My life is like a thousand blades,
piercing me, violating me, desecrating me.
The destruction of it is utter madness,
the pain blinds me slowly taking away what i see.
But as i watch as knife after knife,
cuts through my fragile skin.
I'll kill them all, and take one more,
to gather up ones sin.
For as i laugh as i get mine back,
a laugh insane but sweet,
As i shove knives into thigh flesh,
I'll sit alone, crying by the pool,
Oh my sweet Narnieth.
