I left it all behind
only not to long ago,
I bled rivers from inside
and peeled skin from bone.
I keep hearing white noise
and knocking in my head,
I'm waking from delusional dreams
on the underbelly of my bed.

There's no peace that I can find
in such shallow pits of grey,
when he's only a fog of fabrication,
hanging with the filth I stow away.

My skull crumbles at the temple,
yet I'm the one to blame.
Let my ***** mind leak through,
I am glad to be sick again.