At the time of my last pain

I scream, so l can run away

What I see in front of me

Is only the reflection of my insanity

Throwing me to the present

Alone almost in despair

My head throws itself against the

wall

Making my blood flow free of me

To be born again, it'll be a sad

destiny

To seek death when it's inside of

myself

I throw up trying to put it out

I try to sleep sitting on the cold

ground

Reminders from the past

Repulsion of the present

Fear of the future

Septic Schizo (X3)

Stained by blood on the face

I see that my life goes by in front of

me

As an old movie. I feel not proud of

anything

I've done

I scorn myself with anguish

My nerves are blowing

Inside of me my skin burns

I sink my toes on the ground

I wanna quit; but I don't wanna enter

another place

I'm marked and wounded, the

decaying of

my thoughts

The rotten smell on my skin

The cold body, thrown and forgotten

I can see things, but I'm blinded to

the world . . .