it's like the worst still from a horror film. you vomit blood all over my tshirt and im looking around for more. this catastrophe of mirror images and typical one-liners is breaking itself against me, destroying itself against me, repeating itself against me until i start to take notice. sometimes i wish i hadn't offered up my body for the sacrifice, but im so far removed from my skin and bones, it's like it's not even happening to me anymore. i live each day in a pale hell, beaten in the face with everything i should have meant to you. im losing my footing, im not sure how much more i can take. but, oh, make no mistakes. i opened up my door and welcomed this inside.