2nd August 2012
Link reblogged from Fractured Mirror. with 10 notes
There is something lurking deep inside
of me, I hold myself up to the light, I hate what I see.
Gut my writs of their veins, make this happy blood flow.
Muscles, and tendons gift wrapped in nonsensical absurdity,
lacerate my brain, let it drain, expunge me of my repetitive creativity.