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Feelings of rage and self-loathing unleashed. |
Eviscerate the Desperate I stare into the glass upon the wall At the image of perfected blasphemy that I call my own I can't help but growl, knowing That somewhere there, you are hidden A birthmark that none but I know exist Something I know is there but is impossible to see My fist flies, quick and free A five fingered device bent on sheer destruction My image shatters and a frustrated smile befalls my lips As my fingers continue on their conquest A conquest of self destructive self-preservation They clutch a shard and Send it straight into my forearm Sending a violent scream to the uncaring heavens The walls shake from my roar as I drag up Crimson life flowing fresh and free from its newfound exit I extract the makeshift blade for an eternity filled moment Before thrusting it in through my ribs Warm crimson spills forth, dying my hand The same color as the precious liquid I now despise I bellow your name as once again As I continue to carve myself like a thanksgiving meal Desperate to carve out the chromosome That you have bestowed upon me The genetic monstrosity that poisons my blood With every second of my existence I yell to the gods once again, begging them To show you the same punishment I give to myself The sentence that I deliver upon my body In retaliation, for the sin that I call my worst offence Having you as a father |