Feed the Beast

just one more tortured soul left to fester in pain. Loathing existence, with nothing to gain. can,t handle the tears, chooses to bleed instead. to stop the destruction the beast must be fed. so push the scissors in deep, feel them pierce through the flesh. Wait for the rush... then take a deep breath. The blackness will fade. i can clean up the mess. Paint back on my face, for this world i detest. Now cover all slashes wear long sleaves in sun. Find a new bandage so the blood doesn't run. So much preparation it's almost quite fun. Just like mr Cobain, I don't have a gun.