we're killing each other
we're killing ourselves
slow suicide
so drive the knife in deeper
with your razor sharp words
no i don't think i can feel
anymore it's all too
late lately i haven't been able to
breathing in poison tainted pale blue
like her eyes
fades to darker thoughts
in shades of bruised skin and
bleeding cuts crisscrossing
a weary heart
still beating
only out of habit
i fade away
these three words
you'll never say