3 1/2
by AFI· from A Fire Inside
Open wounds in the palms of my hands, festering through infectious time. I feel so
faint as my life spills over you. Backstep over glass as I repent. I fear I cannot
prevent myself from spilling your life all over me. I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me. I'm premature in my decay. Shards of glass swimming
in my eyes. A small voice in the back of my mind that's whispering words I never want
to hear. I pray that you won't hesitate, as you watch me degenerate, to reach in my
wounds and extract all of my fear. My suffocation, asphyxiation. I've been choking on
my own blood.