Sinking to new depths…

In the stillness, in the silence…

When it's finished, when it's gone…

Something echoes, something whispers…

Tries to speak when you are alone…

Death Wish

I woke up one morning and I knew that today I had to hurt myself. How would it feel like to die? To finally let go? To not care anymore? To be free at last?

Decadence

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;

We find delight in the most loathsome things;

Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,

And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

― Charles Baudelaire

Bleeding Spells

Today, I woke up with the voices in my head screaming for blood. The hunger within is frightening in its urgency. They tell me to hurt myself.

Self-Deception

This is the hardest thing that I have ever had to put down in black and white. Not only because I don’t know where to begin, but because inexorable guilt weighs heavy on my conscience. There is no way to gild the lily on this, so I guess I won’t even try.