Gruesome Fatality

And so my beast lays dormant, amongst gruesome fatalities, until the day I summon it to rise, and it consumes me once again.

Wonder where they went?

Them..?

Oh, them. The gremlins living under your bridge of peace and fluency. The gremlins not letting you sleep, those gremlins that chase all the good things away and snatch opportunity from your fingers.

I am grasping at fatality,
Lingering in reality,

Facing my mentality.

I used to lie like a fucking machine.

Why did I start cutting myself?

A few people I knew were doing it. I wanted to beat them, to steal their attention from them. I wanted all of it, fucking all of it. So I cut myself longer, I cut myself deeper, just enough to beat those sons of bitches.

I'm not prepared to answer anything else.

Admit?

Admittance.

Attendance.

Punctuality.

Fucking shit.