Gathering Fingers

I'm going to start a fight, it's clinging to my eyes

I'd hoped to rely on something else

I'm sure it isn't right

I know someone should anchor me

But if you had heard the things I did

How anyone like that could live

I'm sorry you had to see this side of me

A mistake has fallen on my knuckles

Desperately, my wish is to main you

And no one should ever have to feel that way

Taking over the better half of the conscience

No control, no better way to resolve it

Can't see with the blood seeping

Red and rushed, frozen speech

Stinging scales of skin scraping

Scales and skin scraping

Can't think with the heart speeding

I'm ashamed this had to be

And no one can take your place

The last thing you see will be this side of me