Once again angry and chaotic images fill my head,
Just thinking about it could be sin,
I know a way to unclog my mind of the madness,
But you never approve of it,
And there’s no one here not even you,
Now my chance to go through with my plans,
Some people think it’s self-mutilation,
But it’s the only way I know how,
So I make anything a hazard to myself,
Put it up to my pale, white, covering,
And give way to my inner life,
The life that flows through my veins is now misplaced,
It’s laying over here, no wait it’s over there,
But I felt those images and anger were stuck in my liquid life,
But know they have escaped,
And I feel better every minute,
Then you walk into those things scattered here and there,
And you think “Why wasn’t I there?”
 
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