Views From Halfway Down

Pure like porcelain

Drifting eyes roll back in my head

Am I dead or alive

Does it matter if I survive?

I’m ****ing gone to the world

Free fall to the place I hate

The black sheep

Bagged head

We slaughter the same

Free fall

No sense of direction

And no intention of catching myself

The views from halfway down

Cut like a knife to the throat

Redemption hangs with the rope

Tortured by grief in my dreams

Visions where nothing is what it seems

Lost in reflections of memories

So scared of dying alone

That I forgot how to breathe from these lungs

If I’ve had enough

So scared to die alone

As I erode

Pure like porcelain

I’ve been immersed here trapped in my skin

At the edge

Feeling nervous

If I jump will I find a purpose

I’m gone to the world

Free fall to the place I hate

The black sheep

Bagged head

****ing slaughter me

Slaughter me

The views from halfway down

Cut like a tongue that won’t speak

Desensitized to the feeling

Visions where nothing is what it seems

Lost in reflections of memories

So scared of dying alone

That I forgot how to breathe from these lungs

If I’ve had enough

So scared to die alone

As I erode

Pure like porcelain

As I erode

Pure like porcelain

As I erode

I’m ****ing gone