the people inside
control my system
meticulously leading on their own lives
and their separate personalities
create me, the host
my amnesiac heart is filled with memories
in my body but not my mind
and my fingers are unfamiliar to nostalgia
as the past is faded like an old photograph
and the future is threaded with lies
the only present i have is now
and thus, i chop off my ears
so as to not hear those cries

dear hallucinations,
i do not love you so
leave my mind and reality
before the world is interrupted by my flow
my distinct lifestyle
butchered by your presence
i turn my back away
for if i faced you,
my hold on the edge would lessen

the shadows in my vision
lurk eerily beyond the veil
a crack between life and death
their claws grabbing my heart without fail
if i could restart my life
i would do so without a doubt
as this life i am living in
is sparked with everyday trials

my limbs are lead and hell beckons
if i had the nerve to **** myself
i would do so in a second.