My lips burn as I look in the mirror.
I can’t help but focus on that pitiful stare.
The blood rushes through my veins.
I can’t help but look down at the blood stains.
I don’t feel anything anymore.
I've lost what I once stood for.
The blood drips down my wrist.
Why had I not the urge to resist?
Now look what you’ve done.
It’s too late to run.
What were you thinking?
I bet they’ll think I’d been drinking.
You know, I’ve longed for thee.
Get rid of your parti pris.
What shall I do when I see the light?
Will I even try to fight?
Maybe I’ll run right in.
And be convicted for sin.
Maybe I’ll be shown to heaven.
Though I doubt I’ll be forgiven.
Maybe they’ll chain me, and send me back.
But it’s at those chains I’ll wrack.
I didn’t want to be here.
It’s ourselves which I fear.
I can’t do it all over.
To humans I’ve had over exposure.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
My lips burn as I look in the mirror.
I can’t help but focus on that pitiful stare.
The blood rushes through my veins.
I can’t help but look down at the blood stains.
I don’t feel anything anymore.
I've lost what I once stood for.
The blood drips down my wrist.
Why had I not the urge to resist?
Now look what you’ve done.
It’s too late to run.
What were you thinking?
I bet they’ll think I’d been drinking.
You know, I’ve longed for thee.
Get rid of your parti pris.
What shall I do when I see the light?
Will I even try to fight?
Maybe I’ll run right in.
And be convicted for sin.
Maybe I’ll be shown to heaven.
Though I doubt I’ll be forgiven.
Maybe they’ll chain me, and send me back.
But it’s at those chains I’ll wrack.
I didn’t want to be here.
It’s ourselves which I fear.
I can’t do it all over.
To humans I’ve had over exposure.
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