I am hopeless.

From rusted knuckles
Down to chewed fingers
Your sockets quake
You are the helpless

I am hopeless.

Paranoid, in this carving shell
I smell an odor I once knew
Crystal morning dew

How sweet it is
To be dead.

Swing, swing, swing
From this limb
Until bone snaps
And you’re trapped within
this mirror.

Casing of glass
On the floor
Who has the pills
we’re looking for

I saw in your eyes
despair
It would have killed me
Had I not been

Wearing rubber souls.

Run, the chords snapping
Heart rapping
At your door
They are only playing games with you.

They say;

“I am hopeless.
I am helpless.
I am ceaseless
I am defenseless.”

You tell yourself
Or is it just
what they are telling you.