Fighter
Red droplets out of the stripe
these are the tears of my consciounce
the liquor of my malevolance
one moment of glory before destruction
White blanket takes the droplets, leaves the pain
comes over me, gives me a feeling of distinct protection
I've never felt before and it's like snow
turns me down, brings me down to sense
I know, I feel, I see, I experience
the feeling of thousands before me
the full impact of what I just did comes down on me
glory is over, self-pity is gone
I want to leave down into depths and blackness
the first time and definetely not the last
leave everything that means nothing to the inner place
become what you are, an empty house with opened windows
it doesn't lead to my vulnerability, I am not to be entered
I'll do the cleaning, this time with a knife
It makes me more closed than ever
It makes me see me as me
It feels good
It's so bad...