Smoke, mixed with blood, steaming from you
The heart's all black, solid wall, hurting and pounding
Eyes rolled back, choking on our own dreams of what could be
Skin pale, sickness on every cell of my body

Tears have become streams of blood
pouring on the ground untouched
Smoke, arising from times I've done wrong
Slashes and chains on my throat, when I'm done wrong
Chocking back the pain and sadness
Trying to reach out to help, to get help
To be belonged

The Smoke filled more than just the prison of your mind
The heart's beating slow, ready to die
The skin has washed away with blood now
Organs screwed with slashes, on the floor unseen

There's nothing new
It's nothing
There's nothing left now
I'm dead already