Thanks A Lot

I did everything right

And it’s all still fucked up

I don’t see the point anymore

Trying and falling

Reaching and clawing

Sliding back down to the floor

It has to be treason

There’s never a reason

For the shadows that creep in my door

Begging and pleading

Grabbing and kneading

My insides until I abhor

Every piece of myself

That I loved all the way

Through the black

And the blood

And the blur

It stings

And it pangs

When hope is a phase

And the fangs grow back in…

I want more