With cuts so deep and scars so vibrant,my soul runs free in a trapped,malicious world.My innermost tortures seep out of my self-inflicted incisions in a crimson fashion.Each invasion of my being forms memories and scars,every time going deeper into my existence.My wounds run deep,as do my memories.Pain,guiilt,frustration,anger,sadness...all reasons to start,yet all reasons to stop.My emotions tear at my soul as I sever the ties between reality and rage.Rapidly,my thoughts run to extremes,delving deeper within myself and shaking the dust off of each skeleton looming in my closet.As the skeletons retaliate,my being becomes raw and I fall into a state of diquietment.When the ties I so viciosly cut meet again,I wake with regret in my eyes...knowing,the vicious cycle will strike again another day...
Rather disturbing,eh?
