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