I wipe it off the tile, the light is brighter this time.Everything is 3-D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up.This is not the way I pictured me
I can't control my shakes .How the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong. I have to laugh out loud,
I wish I didn't like this. Is it a dream or a memory?
I've felt the hate rise up in me. Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see :
Inside my shell I wait and bleed .