BrAiNdAmAgEd

Cut yourself,
watch it bleed,
mutilation,
it's a phycotic need.
Razorblades,
and knives,
Line my shelves and cases,
Bandages,
and lies,
Cover my Mass Mutilation.

Maybe this cut will ease the change,
make the pain go away,
for a masochist moment of peace,
a sweet release.

When the time comes,
and I fall apart,
this is my choice,
to throw a knife through my heart.
And when you stumble downtown,
to see the sights,
I will be on the ground,
dying without a fight.