i pull my veins by compulsion
one by one
and my audience for some reason loves to watch that
they dont care if it gets messy
red dripping blood on their clothing
it smells too
it has a taste too
but they have no tongues to taste
they have no eyes to see
no hearts to feel
nothing
they are not even human
right now im with them
in the blank space
the large unknown place
have you seen such a shade of black
black has no shades
or maybe it does
this is definately a dark dark black
i cannot see but no get it
I DO see them i DO feel them i know they are here with me
they are my parents my friends my lovers my people
but they hate me they hate my heart they hate my soul they hate my mind they HATE ME
but they sure as hell love my acting
especially when it bleeds
and when it leaves me just as empty as the fridge of an emotional eater.