With this knife in my hand
I'll make amendments to my appearance
Then take the exit out, to admire my insecurity
Tonight I take the gun out of my mouth
I let the tar covered bullets lie on the floor
Tonight, transfusion begins
Liquid darkness pours out of me
You watched me.
Lift fire into my mind
Warnings crash around my skull
Accustomed insults add to the feel of a better future
Regard the sunset with a set of participants
Unaware that their simplistic fates form my stepping stones
Trust the thief
Remember the thief
This scar won't let you forget encounters
This is nothing like it was intended to form into.
Will my eyes slowly slide shut, at this transaction from the glass that poured through my veins, to elation and graceful patience, kissing my Heart gently as it circulates takes place, or will my cries cut the night?