the smoke curls 'round his lips,
"to speed my death," he replies.
an ex-lover cries,
at the sight of his blackened teeth.

wilted and fading,
his soul a dried husk.
"it's just as I imagined..."
"...dying from the inside".

one day left
one day left
needles in the flesh
one day left

take it all back
keep it till the death
razors to the flesh
one day left

oh take my heart
please rip it apart
I don't want it anymore
make me bleed

will it never end
blood down my hand
it never never ends
this pain never ends