When I lay down on the roof of the Inn I once despised,
sometimes after taking off my skin, I close my eyes.
I feel rain pounding each inch draw blood from every pore
and emo, lonely Tarinn Lee has less to do then ask for more.
While I count each drop and hear time tick and tease
After failed attempts at stop, and stop it please,
Seconds after time stands so still I can hear it move,
while staring at the guardian's patrolling from my above,
While still laughing at myself still for contemplating self-harm
Sometimes, inside, I drink some alcohol, and picture myself in your
arms.

When harvesting the areas I once punished others for,
filling my cache to kill those I'd called 'friends' some more,
and after messaging again a father who'd been tired for years
to drag him back to my life to bring my joy and cheers.
After she buys venoms from enemies turned friends,
poor, lonely Tarinn Lee counts down the end.
Wallows in her self-pity and mails organs for kicks,
Snickers in her heart turns to smirk on her lips.
Buys ash and runs to islands to bring her tormenters' love some harm,
Goes inside, buys some alcohol, and pictures herself in your arms.

While worshipping my own corrupted life, lacking much else.
I skin my mind of all 'what ifs' and 'what the hells'
It turns out the 'evil' that drives my poor friend Tarinn Lee's charms
is the very same anger she feels when she's not in your arms.






Penned by my hand on the 21st of Slyphian, in the year 214 MA.