Internal Clock set to take the next shot.
Syringe provokes my spirit to create blood spots.

It interferes with the necessities of each day.
Alarm bells ring as reminiscence of yesterday dissipates,
Awakening an emotional heartache that dissociates.

Slicing into my sincere suicidal fears,
The rig is emptied, so another demise draws near.
Tears disappear when false bliss whispers between my ears.

An ancient iniquity already infecting this flesh.
It eases me into submissive paranoia that brings unrest.

Lone and...