I don't feel my brain anymore
Can't feel my body either
I scratch till i reach my own core
I hit and destroy myself over and over

From the rest of my arms and back
From my face to toe
My self consciousness start to lack
My skin and flesh start to get cold

My mind react
Or more like it try
But this too lack
It makes me laugh, it makes me cry

No, i don't understand why
My throat is tied
It could had been a thousand time
Could had been a thousand goodbye

Grabing the last sunshine
Keeping it in me to discover that it's already lost
But now it's fine
I should be crashed by a myriad of thoughts...

But...
I'm nothing
Just a small dust
In a world where i have a urge to kill

Not someone
Well not exactly
I wanna get rid of one thing, only one
This dumb vessel with deficiencies

If Vessels are supposed to be whole
To be filled with some bones
And maybe even a bittersweet soul
Then i'm nothing but an half of it all

Brain, body
Pain, empathy
Nothing's is there except pity

Pity for a being that cannot escape
That cannot feel or suffer
That cannot undertand neither of her tears and gasps
There's blood under her sweater

Vessels need to be complete
Or they won't be anything but dead meat.