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