Purging - Boys Night Out

The first night after your released

No one expects you to get much sleep

Your the waking walking dead

In my case, I’m not much better

Walk through the kitchen and grab a marker

Trace the path the blood will flow

The lines I wear around my wrists are there to prove that I exist

Tomorrow it will be easier to forgive myself, and remember her

Without a guilty head, these nightmare lines, an empty heart

We take for granted all the things that make us who we are

Get up.

Get dressed.

Go to work.

They all know who you are

They can’t believe you’d show up here, but that’s just who they are

Set up shop at your machine, calibrate, remember who you are

Here lies clarity in a perfect grave comprised of perfect steel

The perfect blade glows a perfect white against the perfect lines from this

perfect night

I’m the perfect picture of complacency, and that’s all I feel

Slow motion replaces real time

As the horror fills their eyes

These claws will never kill again

(These lines I wear around my wrists

Are there to prove that I exist.

.these lines I wear around my wrists.)

I am a monster clothed in crimson sleeves

And perforated lines where my wrists should be

A warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of

Bewildered wolves as my world turns black

And I fall.

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