dusk

ODIUM

SHED ME OFF MY SKIN —

I LOATHE THE HAIR THAT
GROWS FROM THIS RUBBER,
IT DISGUSTS ME, SO MUCH

THAT I PUT A BLADE, THE
SHARP ONE, AND I APPLY
SOME PRESSURE, A TAD,

I DRAG THE WEAPON ON
MY RUBBER SKIN, AS
CRIMSON BLOOD SEEPED

OUT THROUGH THE CRACKS,
WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT,
THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT, NO,

HOW DO I STOP THE
BLEEDING? IT'S COMING
DOWN FAST NOW, IT'S

DRIPPING DOWN MY
ARM, POOLING AT MY
LEG, A PUDDLE OF MY

GRAVEST MISTAKE, HELP
ME STOP THIS MADNESS,
ANYONE, SOMEONE, PLEASE!

I FEEL THE STING, THE PAIN,
I SEE STARS BEHIND MY EYELIDS,
I FEEL THIRSTY, PATCHED LIKE

DESERT SKIN, HELP ME END THIS,
CALL NINE-ONE-ONE, CALL THE
ABUSIVE NEIGHBOUR, THE DOG,

WAIT, CALL MY MOM,
PLEASE, TELL HER,
AT LEAST, TELL HER,

I LOVE H—

黄昏時