If It Kills Me
by How We Are· from To Teach A Hundred And One
I'm so consumed with nothing.
My bearing on reality is lost.
Needing comfort from everything.
The anchor sounds nice.
Take me away.
Open my eyes.
Can anything of quality come from this frame of mind?
My voice is tired.
Spitting blood wears me down.
I cant stop myself.
I need this.