A blue web of veins hacked apart by a blade,
Silver sawing, drawing as much blood,
As it takes to make you notice,
Everything that you have done to make me hurt.
Pointed nails painted copper-orange-brown,
Scraping obsessively over all the hardening scars,
Tear them down like I Will Tear You Apart,
I will hurt you by destroying myself.
I am alive in this maze of zombie-clones,
They will not infect me, I won't wound them.
You are the one that they want, their prey,
Today I will not be in the shadow of your doubt,
Today the odds are stacked against You.