In an attempt to scratch the itch under my skin
caused by a hundred breathing irritants
I take a blade and when they ask
Oh this? It's just a scratch
In order to filter the thoughts in my head
I crack it open with a can opener
In trying to find the answer
And filter this poisoned blood
I poisoned my self with terminal self destruction
In an attempt to filter the blood contaminated with wrongful thoughts
I bleed from my irritated layers
As if the air will give a transfusion to heal this fucked up life