We feel sick, broken down. Drug ourselves, underground. No one cares, we curse you all. We curse ourselves in hopes we fall. . Friday night and I made the best of it.
I pour salt in your wounds and you don't even flinch. I sharpen my nails to give you a pinch. My pulse is undetectable, yours is even worse. You're so dead, I can't move you, not even with a hearse.
Go, alright. . We walk it straight and narrow. We take this path straight to hell. We want a quick solution. We put ourselves inside a pill. . Damnation, salvation, can't see a difference anyway.
I know you're good, I know you're right. And still I wonder, still I fight. I count my paces under my breath. Unconsciously I make my way to you. . With nothing left to say.
I've just erased, it's been a while I've got a world for sale. And now I walk away from it, it's better done secret. I never mouthed those words away, I wouldn't cause concern.
While you skip the night, I stay up till 5. We may meet again when semester ends. So with all my might, I sit down to write. Here lies precious pen, failure to the end.
Turn out the light. And lay here and wait with half closed eyes. You would scare most with your presence. It's your complexion if that's what it's called.
I took a walk in the park, the bluest blue in the sky. Until my legs gave out I sat on a bridge and died. And when they covered my eyes there wasn't a soul to save.