The massacre occurs inside myself
I've been compulsively pushing the self-destruct button for years
I am not an endless cycle
What I subtract, I don't regain
But I am decreasing, becoming slowly more deceased
By my own hand my heart is flayed, flogged, quartered, disemboweled
The contents of myself spilling out
In a gory unheaval
Onto parchment
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
The massacre occurs inside myself
I've been compulsively pushing the self-destruct button for years
I am not an endless cycle
What I subtract, I don't regain
But I am decreasing, becoming slowly more deceased
By my own hand my heart is flayed, flogged, quartered, disemboweled
The contents of myself spilling out
In a gory unheaval
Onto parchment
I hold meek dominance over myself
A small teacup in hand while I am dying