• Cut halos ‘round my wrist
    And watch them bleed straight through
    Bandages wrapped so tightly
    Alas layers too few

    Feel the pain engulf you
    In a way that’s far from real
    There’s no way left to differ
    Between what’s sight and feel

    See the blood pool in my lap
    Feel the pleasure grow
    See the paramedics scream
    Feel your heartbeat slow

    Red patches form a carpet stain
    As you lie upon the floor
    You never thought you’d get this far
    You’re rotted to your core

    Maybe I’ve finally gone insane
    Or perhaps it’s just a trick
    I think my mind is telling me
    That now I’m really sick