I watch my blood swirling in the water I lick my cuts and reach for the plug The way you pulled the plug on me And as the last dregs of red Cling to the sink, I feel my convictions drain away Through the decayed insides smoldering, With the pangs of guilt. I pick up my blade again, To purge myself of you And as my blood rushes through the rat-infested gutters; The final bits of my aspirations falls Through this hole in my heart. The fluorescent light, Flickers in the grimy ceiling overhead, Like these trains of thought, That don’t want to end, but As the blood gurgles in the Necropolis of this rusted, decaying city I’m dragged away out into the polluted night sky Whispering of the words you’d put in my mouth, Blurring into the things I wanted to say And the pitfalls I step into, take You further away from it all. And I’m left gasping here with lungs full of dirt. And the blood drips into the water Like crimson blossoms opening up, A vortex of blank white Echoing of a happiness long gone by Haunting my eyes, Like the dried blood on my skin The stench of defeat wafts up the drains, Staining my hands with your sins. I look up from my trance into The ugly facade I’ve learnt to call my face And I clench my teeth at this deceit And all I get, Is this wretched wrist to turn my Dreams to reality.