Beauty Within

Sting and flash of silver
Blade rends flesh
The only thing of beauty about me
The blood that flows
Bearing the pain from within to the the surface
The blade strikes again
The only thing I know how to do right
More scars form
The blade strikes again

Under My Skin

Burrowing under my skin like maggots
The self-hatred of my decaying soul
Stagnation killing what was left of my dreams
Acid tears burn away my heart
And what is left of my hope
A putrefying corpse
Bloated and pulsing with the flies
Exploding beneath the skin
The revenge of every dead dream
I, the walking dead
Victim of my bitterness and hate
Eating away at what is left of me
My dead dreams
Rot away my life
Sorrow explodes with in
Appearing alive without
The stench of the decaying truth
As I decay within my own skin.

SI

It has become my strong opinion
That the greatest gift I could give the world
Would be to rid it of the plague of myself.