By Thomas Clark

The sharp pain of sadness darkens my soul..
Limitations to a life the Myzery takes toll..
Mutations of thoughts twizt and burn..
I follow the reaper in wait of my turn..
seduction of my being, slowly torn a part..
Self Mutilation my own form of art..
Destruction of memories my mind is wiped clean..
an Overdose of death I feel like a feen.
The silence engulfs me my feeling reject..
Coldness sorrounds me, my life I neglect..
My vision grows blurry, my body so cold..
My frustrations arouse me, my spirit grabs hold..
I gasp one more time, sucking in all my pain..
I chuckle with laughter, am I insane..