That Which is...Will Always Besomething stirring deep within meas I've cried myself drywatery trails of blood decorate my bodynumerous scores and slashes dot my torsomy face smeared with drying bloodclear evidence of my state of minda note clutched in my handsdetailing my innermost feelingsDepressionBetrayalRejectioncarved into my skinblessings from abovedrawn in life's bloodI feel nothingI breathe no moreI am at peace finally in my deathGoodbye, callous world.
Her Only TriumphCursing, she criesThroat raw from screamingshe can no longer make any soundit is a quiet despairing weepingas she realizes that she is lostdrawing the silken blade across her tainted skinwatching the beads of blood slide daintily outdeeper and deeper she presses the bladetrying desperately to reveal the meaning of lifeat last she hits bone, white, solid and meaninglessthen she starts anew in a different placedozens and hundreds of cuts sprout upon her bodyshe swallows a thousand pillshandfull after handfullwith bloodstained hands, she pulls the knot tightsteps up on the chairplaces the noose around her neckand kicks the chair awaythe gun goes off right next to her skinpowder burns long ridges in her templewhen she was found, they said she had tried so hardit was a pity she was deadbut the only determination she had was to dieand they forgot her quicklyno one remembered her name within hoursthe waste of space that was now gone.It was all she'd ever wanted.
Horror WithinRipping my skindeep withinthe horror that is me begins to stirI pull my knife and start to carvewords and phrases that are mebeneath my skin I try to dig inI want to watch all of my life's bloodflow away from me and take my useless self with itwhy am i here? what purpose do i serve?I bare my breasts and scream for someone to kill meanyone, drive a dagger between them and puncture my empty heartI am lost and alone and no way to get homeI don't even know where home is anymoreGoodbye to this ugly waste of fleshI sigh with contentment as my last breath leaves my lipsNow I am removed from this world's sight and memory
CatalystBlood,dripping,slides across the floorleaving crimson footprints everywhere it goeshatchet held high,he advances upon mesacred indignities spewing from his lipsI gaze upon his bloodless facehis eyes meet mine, challenged to the challengerhe cannot stand up to my intense scrutinyI am indomitable,made of marbleinstead of flesh and bloodI am stone,cold and emotionlessno way to be hurt by words or actionsstone doesn't careinstead of blood flowing through my veinsacid eats away at my arteriesI am devoured by the feelings insideI try desperately to suppressif I do not feel, I cannot hurtpain soon will be a thing of the pastthe acid inside will soon eat me awayleaving only an empty shell.