I fill my mouth with broken glass. I welcome pain. I feel at last. It's purgatory. No, it's midnight mass. I claw at my flesh and discard it like trash. I am a knife. I am an animal. Losing my grip on humanity. I am the worst of us. I shut the door. I board it up. I sit and wait, collecting dust. I bite my nails and I grind down my teeth until I became just what I seek. I am a knife. I am an animal. Losing my grip on humanity. I am the worst of us. Scrape my teeth on my bones until I'm sick of the sound. Pluck the hairs from head until I'm fit for the crown.