Oh lord, oh dear
what have I done?
I've shot a man
with my own gun.
...
The gray clouds,
thick fog and mist
prepare the subconscious
for death's sweet kiss.
...
Your friends think you're perfect
but they haven't a clue
that only I know
what bullies do to you.
...
He watches her
cautiously
His niece, this child
with lavendar eyes
...
Red slits on my body
crimson drops roll down my arm
I lick the blood from the blade
its shiny red glint doth charm
...
'I cut myself
because I can
I cut myself
because I am....'
...
I run that blade
it pierceth the skin.
I no longer
feel its bite.
...