blood of the fallen, a somnambulist wrectched and prophetic slaves to the system who carves out her own eyes with razorblades leaving a blister it takes form evaporative transluscent prisms reflectin they shatter infesting all i see in a tongue i lace with insanity a phantomous illumination i will never be painted on the walls with the blood of a paranormal cataclysm i will never see feed upon the saints and eradicate the elemental sacrificial bones that break in a dream of isolated ambience i find myself in cold sweats wide awake cuz ive got punctures in my lungs gonna tear me out [bad word] rip me out suffocate disintegrate love will never penetrate these walls i build with my symptoms caniptions inflictions a slave to my symptoms Denial- im just fine dont touch me clairvoyance- these beings confront me through violence i am [bad word] my soul by removing my eyes from my skul just to see or feel something hallucinogenic pathetically craving what kills me and destroys the voice thats relentlessly echoing carving a vision of what once was, what has been could be anything but these purple angelic pupils that haunt my dreams wide awake and falling asleep where i stand im the saint who prays with slit wrist at midnite for the moonlight for the sunset for the experience of the sickening decay if i had a reason just to breathe another breathe i wouldnt need this phantomous illumination deep inside painful accusations resonatin [bad word] these conversations spoken in the tongue of psychotropic demonized pitiful acidic catastrophic condescending paranoid delusionary penetrating finalized so murderous the conversation that i heard between the voices venomous [bad word] somewhat fantasized i could be the one to hold and love and uplift u or i could be the one to devastate disintegrate and move to impale u i feed on the wounds that my manic episodes do heal or dig further too reveal the degenerative failures inside all of u im [bad word] diggin in my soul im [bad word] carving out a hole im the saint who prays with slit wrists at midnite cuz ive got punctures in my lungs