Nothing in motion, and I'm satisfied No disappointment, until I wake up
Canvas, an artistic mess of emotions. torn and tattered the blade within my fingers carved, neatly on the flesh Gratifying. that sick sensation.
Blood, diminutive tears that fall. Each one, a different form of mental state.
Frenzy destroy it as you will. I'm starting on a clean state. Sitting, Waiting. Till the mind figures out the heart Till the heart figures out the mind As if.