In between the lines 
Of my reality and my
Dreams,
Desolation is what I bleed.
Searching for my own 
Creation, led me to calamity.
And life is my woe,
Has defeated my heart
To stone.
My reality I wish was lost.
My unstable sanity my
Albatross.
My death will have no cause.
Excoriate me.
Scrape my sanity off.
Lambaste me in lonliness,
Castigate my words,
'Til I bleed when I cough.
My reality is my coffin.
My body is my hearse.
I'd rather exist in my nightmares,
Because life is surely worse.