Making both my eyes black with the sound of my skin crashing once more.
Repair with my body in half I love gore.
Every day is different with a weird twist of the knife.
This isn't a sick joke, it's just my life.
Vulnerable all day with a grin in my hand.
I'm going insane this is not what I planned.
I have no idea how to get through this.
Thinking of more healings and feelings and maybe one moment in the abyss.
I remember those times when I thought it was going to be ok.
Maybe this a part of my day to day.
Lost a hand in the biggest game of them all.
This is life it's fucked up and tall.
