To the nines

Prepare myself fro drowning

Anytime

I made my own world

Losing it

I rob myself of everything

Destroying my body and my mind will fail



I drawn to the sound of broken glass

Drawn to the taste of broken glass

Stillborn again



Enemy

I see my own reflection

Look at me

I made my own wounds

Live alone

Survive in isolation

Poison my body and my mind will fail