Impending Doom Theory

Everyday i become more afraid of the form i take this
Person unfamiliar to me each waking moment fixated on
Past encounters as i sift through the ashes of who i
Used to be i fight this everyday more of the same
Bludgeon myself with the hope of resurrecting my dying
Dream i fight this everyday words were spilled
Carelessly i'm trying to remove the stain i don't want
To know the answers you'll give i would rather kill
The messenger killing me i fight this everyday i reach
Inside to remove the organ that's bleeding the life
From this frame