Self inflicted wounds
swarm
as the skin
breaks
and the blood
flows.
I talk to
myself because
no one
cares
and my only friend
is my
imaginary one,
me.
lost outside,
I shiver
and
rant
and slowly I
eat myself
away to
the
oblivion that’s
my
reality.
Crucifiction in
the dark,
Death becomes me
and I am free.