Through Self-Mutilation

The self-mutilation
Necrosis of the soul
Dark is the shadows of life
Hot as HellYou take the matters into your own hands
From now on it's downhill
A single candle burns -
In the vast consuming darkness
Uplifting like a funeralThrough these years you were created
In the void between life and death
A shimmering blade shreds through his flesh
At the peak of his night - time bliss
Misanthropes, kings and queens
And a painful vision of HellIt burns
The blisters on your hands
So nebulous, dark as December