My emotions are eating at my living heart like maggots do to the dead; were all let free, because of me. The pain is self-inflicted. Like tapeworms to my stomach, loneliness gnaws at what life eye have left. Each night eye cry, in my dreams eye die. The fear is self-inflicted. Like a spider eats it's kill anger shrouds my breath and kills my health. Time equals pain. Breathing is always the same. My torture is self-inflicted.
