Battle scars lining me;
Perfect forms of symmetry.
Pale shades of light;
Blinding my sight.
Pages of pathetic poetry,
A toxic taste of poison;
I can feel the potency,
Pieces of shit that have broken.
The cuts run deep inside;
I wait for my demise.
Lingering on morbid thoughts;
My stomach twisting in knots.
Feigning my emotions,
Betraying my promises;
Everything ending in an explosion,
Losing my confidence.
The colors seem to fade;
As I lay in the shade.
The walls are washed white;
I am losing the fight.
