Battled it out
Dropped anchors like sailors too
tried to hang on

To be continued in the morning
Such an invitation to sleep
I swear the sunlight hits like steak

knives on glazy eyes

What you've got are - two starving

wrist carving for attention
What you've got are - sent from sharpened blades


So what's left are two open wounds
bound with electrical tape
and it's too bad you can't hide

yourself from reductant monotony
burn scars can't be covered up with smiles
and choking is like sleeping in

only this way you don't have
to wake up so disappointed


What you've got are - two starving
wrist carving for attention
What you've got are - sent from sharpened blades


You'd be so $#&@ing beautiful
with your throat slit

cut off oxygen
release blood flow
split lips go well with alcohol