I’ve lost that rhythm

That rhythm to dance

I’ve lost all desires of safety and romance

I haven’t felt so pleasant lately

(Wreck my head)

No poetry in motion

Just hopeless emotion

(Wreck my head)

If there’s anyway of saving me

Here’s your last chance

I don’t get what I want

I don’t get what I need

The pleasures of touch is a ravenous need

I’ve dulled down my pen

I’ve sharpened my knife

I’ve broken my fingers because it feels right

Is it something in me

A wavering dream

The boundaries of love get lost in the scheme

Will I awake from these night terror shakes

Raise up my head in this goddamn blinding light

Hellbent on loneliness

I wish I could give you the depth of the situation but I’m only scratching the surface

I’m actually a very compassionate man

But the thought of being happy

Makes me want to kill myself

It’s the medicine I need but I can’t seem to stomach

I’m running out of options here

So give me the cure because the thought of being happy

Makes me want to kill myself

Deaths in my bones

It’s where I feel at home

Deaths in my bones

It’s where I always feel the least alone

This is not a test

This is code red at best