You speak in clouds of dust, losing control, thriving on lust. There’s a noose at the back of your mind. You’re falling further and soon you will find; I know your words before they leave your mouth, I know your thoughts and how you cut [bad word] out. Hostile eyes and heavy breaths, open lungs, inhaling death, I hear words before they leave your mouth. I read your thoughts and how you cut [bad word] out. Sutured veins, no escape from the pain. You’re [bad word] empty, life in vain. And I can hear the voices calling you; they’re dragging you down. You cut off your fingers so you can’t reach out, you look up to heaven and begin to doubt. You’re looking to [bad word]  chasing reason for this life, but this worlds bitter [bad word] still have you reaching for the knife. Hellbent, heaven sent.