Damn the dead
Craters are filling...

Do you hear the crys?
The screaming of the dead...

The razor burns through my skin
As my body is calling its name...

The pills make me feel good
The pills make me feel strong...

Do you think you can get any deeper?
Deeper into the ground, deeper than the core...

Her marked up words
And horizontal dreams...

Let me fall
I'll be...

A thousand times
My heart bleeds your lullaby...

My life on pause, and I'm inflicting all these...
Snap another picture of my heart filled with pain...

You say hell is you home with the warmth of their...
You say mothers arms wont caress you, and she wont...

Site here, feel it. Feel the coldness
Of every word that you speak...

Feelings piling up like dirty laundry
Weeks of emotions unable to escape...