Perspective Reality

A breif chain of thought on self-alienation

Every lie you tell, I am

I create myself in an image

Each breath planned and perfected before exhaled.

Driving me crazy, breaking my heart

Your ear will never hear my thoughts

Your skin will never know the things I can't say with words.

I'll cut you until you can't bleed

Show you every ugly thing inside myself and tell you you're dead.

When your mind bends and breaks, I'll leave you alone to scream at the wall.

I'll rip off my face and throw it away

Find a new one before the day can see me.

I'll kiss a corpse, give it my breath, my pain, my dreams

Burry it deep and leave it for the darkness to eat.

I'll start again, in a new image, with a new face.

I'll cut off my hands and act suprised.