Hi, I'm Dead
i'm sorry for not being the whore you wanted me to be
i'm sorry for not letting the words you wanted touch the air
i'm sorry for being the person i wanted to be
where were you when i was standing on the ledge of life and death
because i've died without really living
these scars on my wrists remind me of our cynical love songs
take my gnarled hands in yours
my soul has already been taken.
i'm standing on the ledge
i thought too fast
oops i'm dead
i may as well be aborted
too many lies for you to have retorted
metaphysically without a doubt I’m dead
stomping upon the blood covered ground too many things to say
mentality corrupted
genetically lost
we are anti-intellectual
believe in yourself
I’ll be believing in hell
Obviously I’m ashamed
Just listen to my dialect
Salt in my wounds, your loving way to disinfect
Substances full of your love drugs
Those ones that make me float in and out of consciousness
These bruises you’ve left on my face
Purple skies full of mourning(morning)
anonymous
Left along the jawline of the face you once loved
Or maybe you still do
You just can’t show it
The latter is sketchy
Claws in my back
Assumptions are deadly
The demonic screams rage from beneath the layers of hell
Otherwise known as your soul
My heart is cold,
Left in between the demons that fell down that hole
Battle to the death
Will you love me until my last breath?
Remember how you’d run your fingers down my spine
Breathing polycrystalline
I’m sorry for not being the whore you desired
In your book, treating me like trash is required
Remembered too much, my eyes are drowning in red
Your hands around my neck, now I’m dead
i'm sorry for not letting the words you wanted touch the air
i'm sorry for being the person i wanted to be
where were you when i was standing on the ledge of life and death
because i've died without really living
these scars on my wrists remind me of our cynical love songs
take my gnarled hands in yours
my soul has already been taken.
i'm standing on the ledge
i thought too fast
oops i'm dead
i may as well be aborted
too many lies for you to have retorted
metaphysically without a doubt I’m dead
stomping upon the blood covered ground too many things to say
mentality corrupted
genetically lost
we are anti-intellectual
believe in yourself
I’ll be believing in hell
Obviously I’m ashamed
Just listen to my dialect
Salt in my wounds, your loving way to disinfect
Substances full of your love drugs
Those ones that make me float in and out of consciousness
These bruises you’ve left on my face
Purple skies full of mourning(morning)
anonymous
Left along the jawline of the face you once loved
Or maybe you still do
You just can’t show it
The latter is sketchy
Claws in my back
Assumptions are deadly
The demonic screams rage from beneath the layers of hell
Otherwise known as your soul
My heart is cold,
Left in between the demons that fell down that hole
Battle to the death
Will you love me until my last breath?
Remember how you’d run your fingers down my spine
Breathing polycrystalline
I’m sorry for not being the whore you desired
In your book, treating me like trash is required
Remembered too much, my eyes are drowning in red
Your hands around my neck, now I’m dead