Half asleep, half naked on my blood stained sheets
I lose my mind forever in strife
I even fail to breathe to save my own life
But still my heart ticks like the clock
Reminding me of my episodic shocks
For lack of understanding, I may be guilty
Dying slowly, losing all my faith in my fragile reality
I sense her arms choking my neck
But I can't find none, 'coz for her I have no reflex
Then I realize that it was never her fault
For this is my very own burial vault
You may be too young for this
But I'm just fucking naive to be left alone
I swallow in oxygen just so that I can vomit excuses and lies so that you'd stay
I remember your reassurance lines "You will be okay"
You said you'd protect me from my darkness
I bleed my tears, those are the words I use
Death inquires about my tragedy
It bids hunger for every drop of tear I lose
But for Death his own, for I don't care
It's you I want, it's your ethereal voice
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