in the beginning
there was darkness
i wake up
my wrists hurt
hell, my whole body hurts
what the fuck did i do last night
i screwed up, that's for sure
god damn it
i make an effort to stand up
i need to keep going
you would want that
right?
i walk
i got to get away from the darkness
i break into a run
its so fast
i feel like quitting
its not like you would care
youre not even here
god damn it
why arent you here?
is it
is it my fault?
did i do something wrong?
i wonder
if you can see me
what would you think
i stop
ill paint on the canvas
too bad
the canvas is my skin
and the brush is my sweet razor
darkness consumes me
