• Is this what you like to see?
    Are you laughing at me, or the actions you see.
    As I stand silently in your presence,
    And my facade falls in front of you.
    Crumbling like dirt
    It blows away like dust in the wind
    All that's left, is me
    Nothing to see but a hollow shell.
    One that doesn't feel any regard.
    Wishing for the wave of death to wash over.
    Silently hoping for a release.
    One deeper than the others,
    So all the pain can be bled out slowly.
    One that doesn't scab overnight
    One that rivals the inscription on my heart.
    All my pain will go away when I fade into the black.
    I feel nothing as a long slit starts to open
    My senses start heighten, and slowly begin to fail.
    My thoughts start to incinerate as it washes over me slowly.
    Blood dripping, a large puddle of my thoughts forms.
    I needed this feeling to come to me.
    I collapse with nothing left to give...
    Your face is the last thing I can vision in front of me..
    Laughing whimsically without a care.
    Watching me die on the ground.
    Is this what you like to see?