Portrait of Self-Mutilation

Ah, so little time to think of things fleeting
 and all that has befallen my core
 A gemot of my thoughts demanding audience
 treading ancient paths I bemuse
 How can darkness be so deep and light so scarce?
 A brooding doctrine so absurd!
 Leave it, it's my pain!
 It's all I know
 Hands are bleeding
 anger's seething
 pointless rearing
 I'm conceiving rot
 A black lump for a heart, fraught with disdain
 the semblance of a life fermented in pain!
 Oblivion calling, stark
 I'm full of envy, malice, dead and callous,
 breeding, brewing, festering, ravenous, hate!
 In this wretched passing through life I cannot abide
 the broken mirrors of my soul...
 Salvation will extol in shattered remnants of the past...
 A shard of sharpened glass
 to make my carvings come a-fresh a canvas of flesh!
 Feed her!
 Won't you feed her!
 Feed my unfortunate soul!
 Bleed her!
 Won't you bleed her!
 Bleed her, my soul is a hoax!
 Leave it, it's my pain!
 It's all I know