walking off into the arms of death smothering, trying to find my last breath maybe I wasn't the worst, but wasn't the best walking off into the arms of death
holding all that I have inside overfilled with all the things that've died I just can't get my mind to that size holding all that I have inside
walking off into the arms of death dizziness is from finding my breadth maybe I wasn't the worst, but never the best walking off into the arms of death
I threw away a lot of the new poetry I had written...people like suffering and disease...maybe as an excuse to do drugs