confined to this cranial prison, years of neglected psychosis impair my judgement. a demented state of solitude, peripherals haunted by spectral figures… dreams so vivid they penetrate my life force, day and nightmare blurred forever. i waste away in paranoia, malnourished and isolated. arms scarred permanently. unhealed wounds continuously ooze into dirty bandages; infected scabs encrust skin stained with livid bruising from repeated, self-inflicted battery. hopelessly addicted to the sharp sting of slitting, sensations of momentary release ultimately futile. focused on my thighs i slice in quick succession, nauseating at the sight of my own mutilation. this crimson sight of cutting… almost seems to liberate the subconscious mind. as blood dilutes in bathwater my vision sparkles with the onset of dizzying comatosity, shrouding sentience….
