I can't seem to stop breaking out my teeth, but I hear it can be therapeutic. Clinging to threads in motion.Stepping out from under what I mean.Living in dreams too lucid for comfort, my blood is slipping.My brother dying.I'm not sure you can die from it, but I'm going f**ing crazy sleeping on the floor. Once it was a shotgun, then it was a knife.My dreams,my blood combing my brain.