I dont want to cry, and so I shall dig deep into my eyes to remove them
but blood flows, leaving crimson streaks instead that mar my face
Disgusting, you are disgusting
Everything you touch withers away
With nails of steal I dig into the soft flesh of my cheek
I can taste the blood as it wells up
three claws along my face, I whisper,
"Please. I dont want to be me anymore."