Eve

I feel through the faultline.

There's no coming back.

My grip on the surface losing track.

I feel through the faultline.

There's no coming back.

My grip on the surface losing track.

My torment. It lies. My parasite.

My torment. It lies. My parasite.

The fight that I need.

These scars that I carved on my wrists.

This lifeless machine.

When did it come to this?