I think the only way I can see in black and white is to blind myself. Because my eyes are easily deceived, and I trust them no longer.

I think the only way to breathe is to tear out my lungs. Because they don't draw breath anymore, they only draw death.

I think the only way I can speak is to cut out my tongue. Because I talk but no words are ever spoken. Only lies.

I think the only way to die is to live. Because I'm dead so much and I want to live again.