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I sit and pick my brain each night. With an axe in my hand held tight. Bite my nose to spite my face. Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race. Wallowing in neck-deep misery

Quicksand dissent, pressure free. Deepest wounds are self inflicted. Should I hope to be vindicted.

Always alone, society's abortion. Self mutilation, the daily partion. Resentful past breeds hopeful future. With tears of blood, I remove the sutures.

Dying inside, emotions they hide. Irreperable damage from the tears that I've cried. I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent. Self mutilation or my environment.