223rd Post

Another night.

Wandering aimlessly in the rain.

Hoping that it will cleanse me.
And washing off the blood that i shed.

But i feel nothing has changed.
My blood remains tainted.

No amount of slashing.
Or bleeding.
Will ever remove the taint.

No amount of screaming.
Can relieve me of the agony.

As i sink deeper and deeper.

Into silence.
Misery.
Depression.

I wonder.
How much of my sane mind truly remains?

Pierce my cold lifeless body with nails.

And perhaps you may never be able to pierce.
The eyes and heart that have gone missing.

Decapitate me.

And perhaps you will find.

How cracked and far gone.
My mind has became.