“Worthless”

I shiver in the cold.
Trying to suppress the moan
That threatens to escape
With the ecstasy of agony.

I want to be washed away with the day.
Down the gutter. I’ll happily pave the way.

I’m trying to rip and tear,
But I’m getting sick of all this skin under my nails…
But only my own flesh satisfies my need of decay.

I shiver again, bleeding and raw.
Suffocating on my own breath
As I gasp to fill my lungs with death.