no name

i look in the mirror
dark like polished ebony wood
i see a black and white corpse
staring back where i stood

a storm rises inside me
screaming without a sound
my soul under water
being slowly drowned

i see no escape
panicing till i go insane
no way away from
endless agonising pain

i start to feel faint
to evade other people themes
i hide in the far reaches of my mind
to be slaughtered by dreams

i am a stone
still, forever insensate
i know what comes next
deja vu and a bit of fate

i hold the razor for a long time
smoothe and strong
feeling but one thing
this is wrong

the blade cuts through
no pain, just blood
redder than fire
flowing freely

the bleeding slows
the pain gone away
i reach for the bottle
i use the painfull spray

the liquid has a sting
exactly like me
i feel something
but i still am not free...

i like my other one much better