I looked in the mirror today, what a fukking mistake.
The walls were shaking as my eyes bled, the voices were loudering in my head,
Sobbing as I leaned over the sink.
Reality, a meer mistake to me.
Tears, a sickened face on my cheeks.
My skin had not always been this pale.
I can see every vein, black and sucking
Gently from my pen in hand.
Fingers trembling, saliva pooling
Far away, I hear her sob.
Just another black and white fantasy I can no longer care for.
Another braincell checked off the list.
Paper was no longer needed,
My flesh had become my notepad.
My veins were the scribbled words.
To let them be heard, they must flow freely, just
As if they were coming from my mouth.
Like her sob, only moist and relaxing.