Monsters run in my head,
Screaming all shades of rage.
I am urged to tear,
All pieces of delicate epidermal I hold.
The voice howls,
About the worries of today,
About the worries of tomorrow.
Surrounded and drowned,
I scrape a blade,
Red bellows from the vein.
A pain surges inside,
Bringing warmth and hope.
There is agony,
I am bellowing with hurt,
Inflicted upon me.
Stars twinkling in the vicinity,
Light has dwindled.
I have failed.
Failing to succeed.
I was going down and about,
No sparkles at the end of the lift.
It was better,
To cut the moving drift of the lift.
I stepped in excited,
Terrified of the end.
It seemed easier,
I pressed the stop button.
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