Tornoutheart - A Good Feeling

This is only a test, and I'm left empty again. No choice words left to save my already stolen carcass. I carve it, in these walls, in this flesh, the scars remind me of how I'm weak and how I'm dead.
But when the time is right, I sit back, and I laugh, and I walk away as it drowns.
Good-bye, my mistake never to be visited again.