There’s always blood on my hands
And it always belongs
To me.

The ocean reflects off
the sky in the day and
glisten in the night

You step into the ocean and the waters
Perfect and you just want to dive in or
The waters like ice and you don't know what to do

The ocean is where lots of animals live
And where if you put your hand under
long enough you can feel them rush right by

The ocean is like a magical world and
The rocks are like castles

If you go down down down and you sit
there for awhile you feel like
nothing's stopping you like it never ends

Daily monitoring our everyday life
Learning every of our moves
My genre of songs and movies
The time I go to sleep
The calls I make and the ones I receive
It sure knows my favorite meals
The places that I visit
The websites that I surf
How can you escape from this stuff
It has no eyes
but it sees more than you think
It listens when you're not even talking to it
Purchased with my money
I honestly think it's helping me
Whereas it's constantly
feeding my information to its bosses
Here I am unaware of their intentions.

Some days,
I do the slicing.
Others you do.

Regardless
It hurts,
Hurts like hell

On my thigh
Or
On my heart

The blood still runs
Red
Deep scarlet red.

But you
Don't know that,
Do you?

Small talk is shrinking/
Soon, there'll be nothing left to say/
Awkward silence/
Choking on existential dread/
Broken ice/
The future bones of former frenemies/
As throwing knives; time paradox/
Don't ask me why I'm cold/

Hypothermia/
Not here, and she knows it/
My spirit animal?/
A lobster in the ocean... of a seashell/
My real self is hidden, and/
Heavily encrypted, I/
Hack it into pieces/
'Til my core splinters/

CLAWS OUT/
SCRATCH MY BROKEN RECORD/
I'M NOT A PLAYER/
I JUST CRUSH:****:DESTROY A LOT/
MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE/
MAKE A DECISION/
WAKE UP FIFTEEN YEARS LATER/
IN A BOX/
AND EVERYBODY HATES ME/
INCLUDING MYSELVES/

I am not normal/
I cannot talk small/
I'm thinking about cutting out my tongue/
Like Oldboy./