The slate was white and pure
If I've ever seen one before
But my vision is out of focus

I thought you were pink
Switching my views
Realizing it was blood not red ink

Perspective and mindset
You're making me melt
I know it's my own fault I'm placed in this hell

I manipulate all too well
My lies consume the volume of your truth

You want to get close
I'll close the door on you

You sat and screamed
I ignored the alarm and went back to sleep

Or at least you thought I was on snooze
When you snuck in
I winked ...

Still caressing the knife as I clean your sheets
Sweet dreams

Don't talk to me if you're going to treat me like I don't exist
You try to flip the handle, on me?
I'm a lioness, not a snail
Now your skin is turning pale

Sweating, you exhale
I thought you knew
I told you, I wasn't good for you

Too bad you walked into your own ****** scene
The caution tape, yellow and bright
Just like the moon

You should've seen the light
The night you died

I killed you, I know
But you wanted to die

It showed
This was all a game
I have nothing to gain but pain anyways

So I'm dropping you off
Not my fault you scraped your knee
No need for me to point out the fact that you're bleeding

You swooned,
And at that moment
I bagged you.

It's happening again
And all I can do is fall in
Don't try to catch me you'll slip

Because my dreams are a void
and the floor drips
Drips of shot down hopes and slit wrist

Of all the lost friends and abusive
Of all the secrets I tie at dawn
Of everything I bottle inside and seal away
Of everything I've ever told anyone
Of prized lies and the brutal truth
Of what I thought was love

Dripping with all the people I knew
My neck in a rope
The smoke fills my nose
But is it worth it

This feeling doesn't last forever
Neither does the pain
but my reality says
I'll just keep battling in vain

Will I float or become one with the ocean floor
I don't know anymore

Will I tick or cave in
Or, will I just become another memory
dripping from your faucet

Although poor
I could offer you riches
And I would stay but
I know eventually you'd shift
So many secrets
My mouth, I'll stitch
Keep it all in
And when everything burns down
I know I am the one
Who will be holding the matches

I draw masses with my sadness and you
You drag people with a strong inspiration

I feel more effective
From what I have been told

I will never win
Everything I have started
I have somehow outgrown

The inside is so hollow to touch
I think the world has carved out enough
I don't want to be a pumpkin anymore
I don't want them to look at me as a decoration
But it's just too late...
It's simply already been marked on my face
With your knife
that took the place of a once happy soul