On the bed I sit with the metal blade,
opening my soul to the world
freeing the creature inside.
Pain slips by on green threads of fear and dust,
filtering into my skin,
turning red blood black.
Toxic, it drips from the cracks in my eyes,
running through my head,
freezing thoughts in time.
Who is this that I see in the mirror?
not me, not me, not me,
how can this monster know...