Im a joyful person...(errors i know)

Awaken from the dream,
Times been bent it seems.
Figures close around me teeth of blades,
Eyes black shade.
They've come to end my day,
Draw my mind away.

To them i stray,
Curious, as to why they look so furious.
Im delerious, this could be serious.
Hissing creeps from the daggers,
I look into the moist rusty steel,
all i see is myself looking back at me.
A mirror of what i am.

Am i honestly alive?
Can i escape demise?
Or will i be swallowd by hallow lies,
And what lays befor my eyes...

I know i can not,
The pain inside rots.
I go along the plan.
I wake to my mortal life,
Flesh of man.

Reach the limits of what this body is,
Time to push this..

To start its mutalation,
Sweet blood draining sensation.
The knife i drag, along the vein i trace.
Long ways for all the fucked up days.
But this is not enough,
Not even a start.

I take to the flame,
Burning what we could have been into my arm,
Doing little harm.
The skin starts to blister,
And drips like plastic...
Im not all human..

But still this is not what i was ment to be,
So i burn the mark.
666 into my skull,
And the inverted cross so dull...

The time has come,
So my last walk i make.
My life i will take,
But for everyones fate.

The cross i constructed,
From the dogwood tree,
Oh how much fun this will be...

On the rocky hill its now planted,
Useing a stone to come to its arms..
Final cuts to the wrist, i could never miss this...

The sharpend steel spike i place,
To my chest i press..
Takeing a small stone i drive it through,
Worthless flesh and into the cross.
I grasp the arms of the dogwood,
Holding presure from the spike.
I kick my foot support away and let my arms go limp.
My last exhalation is through the gapeing tear in my chest..