Diluted with tears, an open book scribbled with fears engraved pools of ink I'm vocally shook; and I'm tired of telling myself that it's gonna change. Taken by the spectacular lie that existence can end. False-hoods predicted my sinners dictated my every decision. An exit of sorts seemed logical, cause I thought I could silence this breath. But contrary to my mindset, I circumvented my threats to silence the demons singing songs in my head; whispering in my ear, that ending it all is a safe bet. Comforting me as I try to manipulate my end. Those moments when I decided I couldn't handle this anymore! Pins and needles infected every sensation I had left!