Headless orphans and dismembered corpses.
I try to flee from the scene 
but it seems my efforts are shoot down.
by my forever running endorphins.
Endorsed by the fate that soon seems so imminent.
Never had a realization kind of like this one before.
And to be honest I'm feeling it.
Peeled skins and cracked realities 
like broken tv screens.
We all look to the stars but,
by now you probably wonder why am I so mean.
Well I was once an abortion thought but I thought.
To think I was just never a thought.
Needles in my eyes when I cry so I stand upside down to weep.
Now I stand right side up with nothing but needless needles at my feet.
My roommate warns me of these bars so I pillage the club rocking two arms.
These bars are made of rock so solidly hot.
Cut myself on the lid once these heads I watch drop.
Anyway I cut myself at night when I sleep in my dreams.
Peace of quite, peace of me.
I watch and wait for that blade to meet with me.
These are my final thoughts.
As this killer gets to me.