STIGMATA

Walking Through Nothing

Is All That I Know.

My Wounds Open Up

And I Bleed On The Snow.

Drip Down My Arms...

My Face And My Chest...

Over My Cock...

Then Leave Like The Rest.

This Ghostly Penance

Is Heaven On Earth...

Releasing My Hell

In Cathartic Rebirth...

But Nothing Can Save Me

From What I Remember...

Rescue Is Bliss...

But Razors Are Better.