I can't help but feel nothing at all,
These feelings and thoughts make skin crawl.
The dread of opening eyelids everyday,
I can't help tell my fears as I pray.

All I feel is numbness till steel strikes,
Splitting me open to self reflecting honesty of dislike.
Flowing crimson brings a rare joy to my soul,
Making this opened body beg to be whole.

It's my hate that grows in this head,
Bringing that longing need to be lost in the world of the dead.
The strands of massed hemp roll around my neck in day dreams,
All that stops is the haunting fear their won't be salty streams.