It's back again, that terrible urge to slice myself open and observe
What would pool at the surface and drip from my arms-
Crimson pools spilling from my lifelines pipelines.
And it comes when I'm alone, at nighttime.
Then it appears when I think about what I did last year.
And it comes when you're gone, but mostly when you're here.

Charming, really, the thought of pain-
At least for me, at least today.
And it's true I can't tout any physical gain
Except a visualization of perceived pain and strife.
So now please, tell me, how you would clear your head
If you felt like you'd lived most of your life
Already dead?