Self destruction is my forte
It's so simple and relaxing in an inexplicable sense

****** knuckles, cracked from a wall
Scarred thighs, torn from a handy razor
Bruised arms, beaten from hardy hands
Red-ringed wrists, from a snapping rubber band

And it feels so good that I can't stop

'Mutilating' is how the doctors see it but 'saving grace' is how I feel it

And if one day my self destruction takes an unexpected turn to demise, know I cared for the weak and my family and music was a beautiful time consumer, but my time had come and down I went, but never without a fight

And when you sing to me mother, sing the songs you always hated
And when you search through my belongings, throw away all my hatred letters, you mustn't remember me that way
And when you finally paint, make it galaxies
They were always my favorite