manual of a mad manbreathe in the bileexhale the trustflash-fry your minddestroy your bleeding heartlife tastes bitterbut death is o so sweetreroute your flowlet the razor speak for youtaste the nectar of releaseclip your wretched wingsand fall into the void
its all in your head i thinkthe dripping is causesing your mind to go numb.the wood swelling and straining from the rain.is this all that youve hoped for?a house with no windows and a single mirror thatshouts obscenities as you stand before it turningand twisting your body, trying to improve open the wretched heap youhave come to know yourself as. is that a tear? is it because your inpain or is it because your out of excuses. knock knock.the door. it has been a month since youve had a visiter.its your mother, how sweet. is that a package? whats inside. oh looka lovely dinner set. wont your dinner guests be jealous.oh wait i forgot you dont serve dinners to guests. you dont even haveguests, for that matter you dont serve dinner to yourself.i hope the meeting went well. she is a sweet lady to bad shewas injured so badly during your birth. poor woman in her wheelchair.is there anything that you dont destroy? oh now what do we have here?a razor. where are you going? ah i see, the bathroom. lovely choi
i am what i eatforget what i know and who i am.i take the pills and jam them in my head.capsules of smiles and mind numbing peace.outershell of sorrow and hatred.ill be fine in an hour when i am alone.maybe youll be the one that finds me in my hole.passed out in the hallway chocked on vomit.bleeding from the ears and eyes rolled back.solace came in an easy to swallow tablet.you wonder why i let myself take them and let go.ask the girl that lives in your mirror.