In a field of wilting flowers, I stood.
Near the red sea, I am drenched in the idea of everlasting happiness.
I obsess.
I commit things unsaid. I silence my mother's lips with my fist.
You see, it is something I can never obtain.
My hands are of the devil's smile. He looks down on me and I empty my stomach with God's promises.
Vile. Ah, disgusting.
The bones in my throat have grown tired from the never-ending screams. I flood the walls with my noise of agony, the red tint cover the ends of my nails in permanent reminisce.
I obsess. I commit things unsaid.
I always find myself covered in the residue the next morning.
It is a habit I can't stop.
It always comes back.
I obsess. I commit things unsaid.
Apologies seemed pointless. My eyes are fond of the mistakes my fingers left.
An uncanny thought, I never noticed the ropes around my wrists until my mother ripped my skin in half. I mistook this as love.
What an odd way to show she cared.
Supposedly, I die today.
I stand by the reaper's grass.
Suffocation brings me warmth. An ocean of blood fills my lungs with happiness. I have finally obtained it.
I silence my mother's lips with my fist.
He looks down at me and I swallow all his crimes. I do not mistake this as love.
I obsess. I commit things unsaid.
Perhaps it is my fault for not listening to her words. I should not have let her corpse escape my body.
Ah, disgusting.
I should let him kill me instead.
We dance under death's watch. Time is running out and my body sings in final fulfillment.
Come on, hurry up.
Hurry up.
Hurry.
The midnight glow saves me from pain. I do not feel torment.
My eyes fade out.
I scream one last time.
I die today.
