I’ve suddenly changed my intentions
A little too late; surrounded by intestines
These red walls bleed stalls without a shred of convention
Trying hard just to see straight, but I’m up towards the ceiling
And when you come around I pass out to kneeling
Gasping for breath while your words are still reeling
Dot the “I” with a heart; an attack on the tongue
I can end the very sight with the spot on my lung
And proceed to bleed out from this bottle I have drunk
I feel like my heart is shaking in my chest
It’s in this altered state that I feel the best
A convulsing turn out to slump out of this mess
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