Days spent inpatient
Couldn't save me from me
Years spent in treatment
Failing to set me free
Dozens of medications
Just to be told it's BPD
Hundreds of coping mechanisms
Yet you still won't believe
I've worn myself out trying
To fight for a release.

Don't become finifugal
When i meet my demise
Even if such way is brutal
There's now a numbness in my mind
My existence painfully futile
In eternal rest i shall find
The consolation I've been seeking towards
Throughout this miserable life.

Who i face in the mirror
Isn’t me in your eyes
When i glimpse at myself
I see a sight to despise
A wide filthy monster
Skin pasty and pale
Self-deprecation is a sure thing i’ll never fail
Cracked, bleeding lips
knotted and mangled hair
There is not much to adore
No point in taking care
I compare myself, observe
Can’t help but stare
I desire a body
You’ll genuinely love bare

In through the nose

Straight to the brain

That chemical drip

I attempt to refrain

White of the snow

Sparkle of ice

Set it before me?

Doubt i’d think twice

Aeipathy consumes me
in a state of reverie
tender is your flesh, preserved and cold
pining for me to partake in my needs.
finding pleasure in what's left of you
your spirit groans my name
even in death thy shall be whole again.
after, while you're in pieces
soon you will be one with me
reside inside my body
not one bit gone to waste
embrace my favorite parts by giving you a taste.
who am i not to indulge?
in such a wonderous thing
necro-cannibalism with my love
the most endearing sin
i need.