touching all of the strings of my soul
fragments of the past are rushing in front of my eyes
painful visions don't leave me
turn inside out

convulsive hands squeeze rusty edge
I cut my flesh alleviating mental anguish
unconscious, chaotic movements
blood's oozing out of numerous wounds

nausea, abrupt fits of fury
indistinct shape... everything is as in a fog
twinkling of lights, pulsatile pain.

thoughts crowd, twisting, I feel them tearing me
to pieces, to parts, without leaving me a chance
to forget everything

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