Though my scars knit together with reluctant ease
I must consider which drive within myself I must appease
Be it lust, wrath, or self destruction
All must be fulfilled within mine minds construction
Droplets of blood spilt here and there
Hold but a knives edge to true despair
What darkness lurks beyond belief
Hold me back from true relief
Of this pain I hold so dear
Encourage me to hold this fear
Of truest death to which i cleave
This hollow life I yearn to leave