I will do better, you will not hate on me anymore,
Obsession rules over me, every star is a bleeding new scar,
The sharpened edge of a rusty blade, three sideways lines,
Crossing over like a crucifix, a crucifix pumping out blood.
My dreams are in your hands, you crush them to pieces,
I wander off into the dark, you call it disillusioned, I call it Kataclysmic.
Dark spots form on the page, I stare into the glare of the screen.
Another day, another reason to die,
You can't hurt me anymore, these stars can't taunt me anymore.
A raised pattern of cuts is taking place,
My wrists are a shrine to every insult,
Lettering carved in but distorted by smears of blood.
What will you destroy today???
If there's anything left untouched?
And do I even give a damn???