Everyday i become more afraid of the form i take this

Person unfamiliar to me each waking moment fixated on

Past encounters as i sift through the ashes of who i

Used to be i fight this everyday more of the same

Bludgeon myself with the hope of resurrecting my dying

Dream i fight this everyday words were spilled

Carelessly i'm trying to remove the stain i don't want

To know the answers you'll give i would rather kill

The messenger killing me i fight this everyday i reach

Inside to remove the organ that's bleeding the life

From this frame