It’s almost funny how I always end up like this.
Curled under the window,
Ashes burning the jeans.
Moonlight reflecting on the faded scars,
Once as brave as the god of wars.
Veins slightly swollen, blue
Red on skin, for who?
Body begging to get rid of all the blood,
Body begging to drown in flood.
It’s almost funny how I always end up like this,
Everyone who has ever left, all at once, I miss.