First is the stretch in my muscles as they start to work. After a few minutes my muscle begin to burn and I start to breathe.
This is where my soul dances. I dream rain drops of razors that cut away at my clothing, my flesh. Like a dance club in the rain, my sweat is red.
This is what i do for fun, torture my soul.
It’s like a fall…
It’s like a dream.
I am nothing. (shut the fuck up, play the real game.)
I hate myself.
Laugh at me, laugh at me, laugh at me.
Because it’s so beautiful.