Window to the Void

Hands worn down 'till no feelings left in my fingers
Stealing air from others to rid myself the stench of dormancy
Not one single window will line the back of this hearse
Lying black and blue in bed
Starting again soon — welcome parallel universes in my sleep
Holding myself hostage
To standards I can’t uphold
Drowned in all my fucking faults
Bleed myself of all warmth
To remain one with the cold
Soul worn down to nil
Inaudible gasps and unique last minute ideas
Don’t let yourself go
Soul worn down to nil
Don’t ever let yourself go