Do the cuts burn?
As your insides churn?
Eat the skin
The meat
The beating
Pulsing heart
You please the parts
But never the whole
Bloody beast
Why?
You full at the feast?
You sicken me
You fill my mind
With pus and anger
A frothing pool
Of hate
Stare at me
Look at these cold eyes
Size me up
Take a long stare
Yes the familiar lines
You see yourself
In the bathroom mirror
Cold shaking
Oh what have I done
I have heartaches by the number
Slashes by the score
A soul that's been torn
And it's you
You miserable mess
Bleeding out your whole life
You suicidal wretch
Take another stab champ
Oh, oh no
Now you've done it
Timber!
Down you go
Laying on the ground
Death will have fun with you