I bite my tongue until blood drips down my chin,
gritting down on the rage that fills my being.
I always catch myself becoming so choked up
in these moments of distress, when I must face the end.

The bliss was never real,
the rush was only temporary,
leaving me burnt out and cold.
Isolate me from this life that part of me seeks to destroy.

I always catch myself reaching out to covet
that which I shall never achieve; the humanity in me is gone.

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