Feelings fermenting out of control,
repetitions over again.
My mind is in turmoil,
I've lost the will to live.
Sifting through fragments of flesh,
taring limb from limb.
Searing pain, agonising and cold,
sticky and sweet, rich pickings.
I'm not listening, I'm not making sense
my mind is in shut down.
fermentation: a mind out of control.
I've lost my footing, am slowly sliding in.
Don't pull me out, don't cry I did not die.
I'm in limbo, dangling on the edge.
Upwards is hard, downwards is easy way out.
I will not scream, I will not shout.
The first cut is the deepest,
the second flows with ease,
my hand is steady
my mind is clear...
I will not look, I hold no fear.
The clock is ticking, I have to go.
Don't cry or talk of love,
from that I came to this still morn..
lifeless, finished, empty and torn.
Love is full of demons.. each one
biting at my flesh, do not resist.
Giving, is for idiots, hypnotised and drugged.
Give your all, get nothing in return.
My eyes are full of tears,
I cannot focus, my vision's blurred.
I've given up competing, trying to please..
given up loving, no more the tease.
No more the fool, my heart is broken
shattered and torn, I'm done.