I will spend the rest of my life
Trying to escape from the rest of my life.
The will to live is not within me.
Living in me,
In the shadows of my heart,
In the corners of my mind,
Is only the inhuman will to die.
I am a monster.
My claws are those of a killer.
My eyes, of a blind, burdened beast.
My blood is hot acid.
And my teeth that break bone
Are still not strong enough To kill me.
No knife can drain me of life
Like life can.
There are too many contradictions in being me.
And I am tired of them all.