While 

anger seeps through my veins

pumping blood

to an exploding degree

While

ransacking and scattering

my dirty clothes across my dusty

room to find your

clean

perfume smelling scarf

While

tearing my skin with my own nails

only to watch

the shredding of every inch 

of my flesh that has made contact

with 

you

While

digging into my chapped lip

with my

vampire tooth

blood rush

ink spills

I don't remember who I am

I don't remember how this began

I want it to go back

I want it to go back

I want time to go back

I want to restart

But it's too late

too late

too late

too

late

I've lost your scarf

it's not there

I've lost you

and I don't know where

you are

take me back to time where

dust 

did not dominate my room

and my decorations did not consist of

empty picture frames and

plastic barf bags

recorded messages of I

miss you

blood stains on

paper pencil pens

counters and carpets

take me back

to before I met

you.