Straps so thin and nails jaggered,
Everything will break off soon.
Threads slowly fading into nothing,
One more time and I'll be gone.
Take my hand,
What do you want me to do?
Recording on the floor,
My final hours alive.
Cuts running north and south,
There's no starting point of hurt.
Crawling to catch a single tear,
I stop with despair.
Surrounded by blood,
Veins coming out to see the show.
Face turning blue, I'm shivering quick,
Choking again on my own fluid.
Clots of everything, memories
Of torture, what you did to me.
Trigger point loose,
I was just an easy target.
Bullseye in the middle,
Shot down, just like that.
No sense of pain,
It's like that with you.
