Morbid Thoughts

Morbid thoughts suffocate my mind
A desolate sadist sitting anlone
No corners to hide in
Nowhere left to turn
Despise every breath I take
Hating each beat more than the last
Detest the thing I’ve become
Nothing more than a pitiful failure
Disgusted at my own reflection
Repulsive face of a wench
Finger the scars of my past
Peeling scabs from injured wrists
Blood drips from my fingertips
Nothing left to fear
by: *~harlot~*