Dec 10, 2017
Dozens
Put the knife in me
Dont honour my death
Let me bleed out
Its too late to have wept
Dozens of regrets
Dont make it have any more sense
A facet of a lunatics lament
There is no form of amends
Ive put my bones in to the little ive struggled to
Outcast in my own home
Im far from where i am
Further than the moon
Dont reach back
I will just relapse
Ive always told myself to be the change
But the rip keeps pulling me its way
Ive stayed asleep
Ive stayed awake
There is no help in this place