Existence is a steady flow...
...out of my butchered veins, spraying in crimson gesture, blood rising
in shallow spurts, everywhere a fucking mess.
My clothes are drenched in my foul life's blood.
My soul is drenched with despair.
Fuck I hate this life. And everyone around me. People who constantly
pick on me to atone for their own pathetic indadequecies.
Destroyed my mind so that now I cannot cope with life.
Destroyed everything I was. Choking on sour grapes. Sour fucking
grapes!
Bastards.
Something's got to give.
There's nothing left for them to take.