inside my vains conatain. . . not
only blood, but memories and feelings
also flood. if not for fate, family and people i
have met, i would have dried vains
full of regret. . .

inside my vains contain . . . pain.
flip the page, a switch blade
swearving into my neck into
my heart. constantly feeling
what death is like. shadded out
of the picture becoming a disturbed
tyke.

inside my vains contain. . . sane.
a life past the pain. mental actions cannot
surpass what i am now. bad visions i plow,
only satisfaction i allow, twined by
a vow that greatens life without violent
dissension. may the deppresion session be over.