[Prospect 2:]

Analyze my own matter from above

Blacked out eyes in an existence overgrown

Never fall back down

Trapped in myself

 

Sold my hands

Envy them

Can't find the one

 

I slowly start to cut pieces of flesh from my body

Dig in and dissect

Collecting examples of what the outside world sees

Under it all

I know the devastation I have caused

Upon myself and this world

 

Speak to me freely

I am listening