You speak in clouds of dust, losing control, thriving on lust. There’s a noose at the back of your mind. You’re falling further and soon you will find; I know your words before they leave your mouth, I know your thoughts and how you cut truth out. Hostile eyes and heavy breaths, open lungs, inhaling death, I hear words before they leave your mouth. I read your thoughts and how you cut truth out. Sutured veins, no escape from the pain. You’re fucking empty, life in vain. And I can hear the voices calling you; they’re dragging you down. You cut off your fingers so you can’t reach out, you look up to heaven and begin to doubt. You’re looking to hell, chasing reason for this life, but this worlds bitter fruits still have you reaching for the knife. Hellbent, heaven sent.