Staring at the mirror.
I'm disgusted by what I see.
An imperfect being.
A corrupted soul.
I'm a monster.
Bad to the bone.
I feel it crawling beneath my skin.
Feel it flowing in my blood.
My dirty dirty blood.
I must purge myself.
I must be redeemed.
So I take the blade.
It is cold and heavy.
But it is familiar.
And I cut.
I cut.
I keep cutting.
Till I feel that peace.
The relief I've craved.
I'm on my way to redemption.
I watch it flow.
That dirty dirty blood.
It is impure.
I am impure.
