In my own Hell,
My Hope, I quell,
I am unwell:
My words run stale,
And so I fail,
To tell my tale--
In my heartache,
My thoughts, opaque,
I feel awake,
These feelings make
A world I fake,
And so I break--
In my dark dreams,
As my mind teems,
I tear my seams;
Opened bloodstreams,
As my blade gleams
And my Soul screams.
