Where I'm headed

Empty room; dark mind

razor not so kind.

Rolled up sleeves, 

blood that bleeds.

White stained red,

bullet to the head.

Eyes run black,

Mirrors cracked

White rooms,

all is doomed.

Straight jackets

no more racket.

Deathly silent,

very violent

pale skin

deadly thin

dead inside

soulless eyes,

impossible to hide.

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