gonna blow off the upper half of my face

watch the blood spill
as this horrific form decays

cut off my own face
for I simply cannot look
upon the disgrace that it makes

everyday is such a waste
for my bones cannot be betrayed
we must leave this place
I swear my face it starts to ache

the glass is surely cutting through to this place
this place behind time and space
the image seeps, cross the seams

i must cut it off of me