Who are you?

The blade glistens white as i plunder my flesh
The simple need to feel something, may yet bring forth my death
twisting, contorting, i feel the flesh succumb to pierce
Trapped by my own insane trusts, i now forget what brought me in
Remembering now, why did i let this begin?
what fucking void did you crawl out from, and decide to play?
Did you finally see that your own existence is but a blue masquerade waiting to swallow you hole and you turned the
fucking key yourself? My own demons haunt me, and they don't friends to play with. They have a fullness you'll never acquire.
The pungent stench of the lies you weave into truths only you believe is only surpassed by the fact that i think i know you
Who the fuck are you, to come into my plane of existence, and scatter the remains of what is left of me? As the last drop of black cherry floods of my soul graze my flesh running to escape to the porcelain chalice of reproach, i glance up to the shadow that use to be a at least an opaque shell to contain this chapter of misery in the immortal book of manufactured deceit.
I took one last look as the pit of despair is unveiled to swallow whats left, to see this evil creation that has brought this into being was only what had to sooner or later come back to release me from this mortal coil. I am remain entrapped by this reflection of inner self to conclude in one last breath of thought. You are me.