Let go, without me, no one lives on, a wound with no blood.
Childhood memories being arm deep in an animal carcass, being sorry for the way people felt about things I didn’t do, in the past held down and engaged upon sexually, arguments that never end but rise up once again.
Frosted breath, blackened hex, eyes dead set, on end ahead, trembling mess, soon ending this, known no sense, the night undressed.
Burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, Know not how. Dig it up, dig it up, dig it up, Lost for years. Caught ablaze, caught ablaze, caught ablaze, light and pain, lose your grip, lose your grip, lose your grip, give up again.
The spinning of a wheel, the beating of a heart, I hear it in my head, death rides a bike.