Texty: End Of The Rope. Shades Of Loss. Wrist Art Calamity.

The eyes wont close despit the dose-so close no one knows why the next day seems so far away- the monotony won't break wrist are calamity I can't breathe under water- i can't be pacified i can't rise from these ashes- i have become one with night i'm nightened the thoughts that crawl to end it all- walls fall like a row of paper dolls the skin will grow over the wound but not if this will continue i wanna draw a picture- but draw it with a twist draw it with a razor blade and draw my wrist i want to draw a picture- draw it with a violent twist draw it with a razor blade- define art in my own way