Sometimes, I feel the need to implode.

To dissapear into a speck of dark matter that was never really there.

Cut off my ears so that I exsist in a peaceful silence,

Check the clip, make sure my piece is full, then proceed to violence.

Remove my eyelids, with rusty tweezers & safty pins.

Rape me then.

Make me sin for ends when I know that I'm heaven sent.

Have been ever since those eleven stints with a knife,

When that voice in my head said I had to take my friend's life.

Stabbed myself twice in the temple, nobody questioned why,

Cus you knew that one day these voices would drive me outta my fuckin' mind.

But to be honest, I'm fuckin' fine,

At least thats what the shrink tells me.

He yells at me that I'll never die.

And why would he fuckin' lie?