ice burn

i can feel the murky grip of a cold depression coming down

i can feel her hands around my neck shake me to the ground

ice burn of the soul

in light

in sickness and in death

infected every word and every thought and every single breath

twisted by design

the creeps deep inside of me

feeding off this hunger

rage and the insecurity

tempted by the rage

i feed off nothing but myself

thirsty for the things that make me do this to myself

my pen is dripping the words along to scrape the smile off my face

every detour leads me here to shower in this waste

you are my friend

but now you're just living all over me

you watch me when i get it right

you watch me when i fall

watch me every single day

listen to every word i say

i swear i never wanted you; i never needed anything from your

twisted

fucked-up

lying words

asleep at the wheel

my pen is dripping words the along to scrape the smile off my face

every detour leads me here to shower in this waste

you are my friend