As chapped lips sting my
Cheeks I cry.
The night is colored in
Red and black and
Yellow in between
Hold on tight,
We're going down
Riding deep in the depths
I can't ******* breathe.
Maybe tomorrow I'm tired.
If the over dramatic
Over done leisure of love
Can consider
I'm traumatized.
I feel it.
And as I sing it, my
Melancholy flow
Blood drips from my ears.
And I stop and pray
That maybe I'm unable
To pick up the *****
Bathroom tiles
And not wish to be cleaner.
I am about to jump.
Don't catch me.