Take the razor, pull out the blade
Everlasting condemnation, bleed into a memory
Damaging darknes, blinding reality
Eternal mayhem, due to my stupidity
So ominous yet so cunning
Confront the violence and the demon spirit
Crawling in the dark
Searching for my life, ending up back at the start
Fearing niether death nor pain
Thoughts of chaos running through my brain
Rachel Weaver
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/damaged-3/
