Every morning I break myself apart.

Inject kerosene into my veins, alcohol on my tongue and Molotov cocktails at my fingers

I drink it down, find another way to burn.

Danger comes in the form of bodies, girls dressed in lace & scars, boys with bedroom eyes and interchangeable skins

I ignore the warning signs travelling way to fast down a one way street

Eyes closed, brakes cut

I drop pieces of me before your feet like a warped version of a fairytale where no one finds their way home & lips crash into mine, shatter, Fingers shake

-I'm living to the point of self destruction