-Kenshin-
I see a spirit. It's climbing inside me. I feel the trail of fire it leaves within me. Pain.
Blood drips forth from a self-inflicted wound. Satisfaction illuminates my face. My thoughts trick my heart into guilt. I leave it remaining.
I blame this situation on life. Life made me think this way. I now accept it, as I appreciate the hate for my body and my existence. I take comfort in believing I am unwanted. I don't want to be wanted. Leave me alone.
Pain is the right way to go
I feel the fire and this I know
Death is the right way to feel
I impale myself I am real
Forcing the virgin side of myself down, as my screwed self takes over any remaining thoughts. I shouldn't be so self-conscious. Forget what I have learned about myself. I don't want to remember it. Each shadow on my body is a sign of destruction, anyway. I will throw myself under the water.
I know that I am nothing to myself
I feel that I am a burden to myself
I want to destroy my want for life
I want to feel the cold blade of my knife
What can these thoughts bring? Nothing but death, and a joy that it is. Screaming for suffocation, I would like to be killed right here. Allow myself to over-ran by guilt. You can wash my insides out with blood and leave my skeleton in hell. Mutilate my will to survive so that I do not want to live. I am grateful to love for making everyone worry. Now I am choking on my own blood with hot water mixed in. Now I am acceptable. Now you can say I truly was a great man.