The 2 A.M Writer

Pure?

Ram my head into the glass once again

Crack my skull on the crippled pavement

Masochism evident on my red running wrist

The enlightenment is too powerful

Leave me with your scripture

Detailing my evil deeds and why they\'re wrong

But the sadist in a masochist body won\'t care

Bitten bloody lips

Hiding blackened cracked teeth

All topped with the evil cherry of a smile

A grin so vile, of pure pleasure found in pain

Someone fix my brain before it consumes me too far

This love of self-affliction will take me too far soon

I can feel the nails and cuts getting deeper and deeper

Help me, heal me, purify me

Before the fix takes my life