Plastic strips or human spleen
A random thought, a gift to me
All distractions I have tried
The vibrance in me have died

All I do I keep to myself
From judging predators, all monsters
All of them, contributors
To the inferno in my mental realm

No human can ever understand
Before I pull the rope or strand
Pierce my vein, beating now
I want no pain so tell me how

Stitches from my childhood
I cut open without direction
Remedy me like a therapy would
Priorities have no intention

I cling to my red earphones
Spikes, I took off these arms
A cap to conceal this fatal beat
No end, no rhyme