i want my ears to bleed.
i want the last thing i hear to be my own tortured screaming.
i want the purest sound pain can make to be ringing in my ears from now until the day i die.
i want my hands to stop shaking long enough to carve out clearly an image of pain on this page
i want a million souls to collide into mine
i want to swallow sadness whole
i want this hunger to invade every inch of my body and destroy my senses
i want my fault to shake the world
i want widows to weep when bearing witness to my unwordly shriek
i want to be the embodiment of your every nightmare
i want to see your face when i vomit on your sanctity
i want you to feel a thousand angry corpses rising in your blood
i want to pull out my soul, hold it in my bloodied hands, and smash it to the floor
i NEED the cycle to be complete.