Pain On My Face..

The pain on my face... So unexplainable,
so full of hate. I want to
grab a knife and slice my face off
so I don't have to see anymore of
this. I want to walk into a knife
by accident and paint it read with
the last feeling inside me. I want to put
a grenade in my heart and
let it explode over and over again,
I've been forced into this state,
I've literally been a victim to my hearts homicide...
This circle
won't stop.. The pain continues to be shown to me.
Images. Words!
Images! Words!
Why can't he stop this.
But then again we might aswell
call my heart the moon and
call him Eugene Cerman as his the last man
that was in my heart... But I guess this time EUgene assailed my
moon :-(