You lack the capacity to do quite a lot
The words that leap from your tongue are never excited
Fingers can never truly grip with affirmative notions
Who ate away at the stars in your eyes?

The love you give yourself is conditional, occasional
Bent fears aren’t crippling enough to make you stop
Persistence is your downfall
The demons you so richly hate being your ally

I wonder if you ever feel in control, complete control
How often you’ve drenched your thoughts in the wrong side
What you are had no place being in this world
So you buried it and hoped God wouldn’t notice

Lead had become an extension of who you are
16, maybe even more, but you were never counting
3 by your own hands
4 by a blade that wasn’t sharp enough
And 9 felt bullets pierce through their body faster than they blinked

The red would always showcase your talents
Cold floors bathed in your chaos
Whilst the night seemed to want you more
Your hands could never quite get clean
In a world built from blood.