I think I was alive once
But I don't believe I am any-more
There are a few gaping gashes on my upper thighs
That keep telling me that if I am
I won't be for much longer

I tried digging my aches out
I tried burning my aches up
And cutting them open seemed to be the only viable way
Of letting them all escape

There are a few gaping gashes on my upper thighs
And they won't stop asking me questions
"Did he really mean it?"
"Why would you do that?"
"Why are you such a monster?"
So I dig a little deeper
Into the gashes in my thighs
And yet again
I find no answers in the droplets of blood

You see the thing is
The sea will never stop asking me for a kiss
The rope will never stop telling me to make it a noose
The gashes on my thighs will never stop asking me questions
My phone will never tell me not to answer your call
And I don't think I'm strong enough
To resist those poisonous addictions

I think I was alive once
I think I died a long time ago
I think my thighs are a mausoleum of dead flesh
I think my thoughts have finally stopped processing
I think everything is finally over