Clenched fist
Face first
Blood spilled
What’s worse?
Dying to live or
Living to hurt
Tell me the use?
Tell me what to do?
And suddenly everything changed
I feel my youth slip from me
Violence violence that’s all I see
I’m growing restless
Begging to bleed
You couldn't tell by the look in my eyes
I'm face to face with the void inside
But who gives a f**k
I wanna separate the narrative from the situation
Avoid institution
But the time to rise is now, b*t*h, I'm done
Shades of grey
It permeates
My eyes they watch as the color fades
What’s the beauty in tragedy?
To live through the dark
To aid a bleeding heart