The lights will blind, the night consumes

Self doubt evolves into finite gloom

The pale moonlight, invisible against my skin

Mirroring the soul that's lost within

Inhale so deep, it burns my lungs

Bite down so hard it cuts my tongue

I taste the blood, it's not enough

I look down upon the scars, so rough

A sickness gone mad, the pain I crave

coercing me into an early grave

This act must cease, I'm terrified

I have to kill my suicide

A trembling hand, so steady and tame

I play my arm into this crimson game

But, alas, I exhale, for as bad as this seems

It was only a nightmare, no longer my dream