All In One Stroke

Battled it out

Dropped anchors like sailors too

tried to hang on

To be continued in the morning

Such an invitation to sleep

I swear the sunlight hits like steak

knives on glazy eyes

What you've got are - two starving

wrist carving for attention

What you've got are - sent from sharpened blades

So what's left are two open wounds

bound with electrical tape

and it's too bad you can't hide

yourself from reductant monotony

burn scars can't be covered up with smiles

and choking is like sleeping in

only this way you don't have

to wake up so disappointed

What you've got are - two starving

wrist carving for attention

What you've got are - sent from sharpened blades

You'd be so fucking beautiful

with your throat slit

cut off oxygen

release blood flow

split lips go well with alcohol