There's someone in my head but its not me
I suffer his hissing accusations
Nobody wants me
Everyone wants me
I suffer a storm in my mind
Everything rushed, no time to stop
Nothing is real
The Blade is cold, the Blood warm
It passes through me like words with no feeling
This is real
Sweet relief
Blood is flowing out of me like a hastening river
A sea of red at my side
I wish it all away
Again, it has passed.
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