The beaming headlights
from my fleshless thoughts
are artificial stars
that enchants me
towards the things that kills
and gives pleasure
all at once


I hear horns echo
during eerie nights
that never seem to stop,
a stench
reeks in my memory
while a cold breeze
invades my system


though it is quiet here
and quite comforting
the edge of a knife
teases me
to cut myself,
just to feel the rush of blood
from my stagnant soul.