It's a shame 

That we still play this dreadful game 

We go back and forth 

We break each other down 

Because we're not in love 

Our heart used to cry for each other 

And now they scream when we're close together

I am already dead 

My insides rot 

My brain turned to mush 

The maggots eat at me 

I am already dead 

I feel no pain 

I feel no heartache 

The stress eats at my brain like a man undead. 

My lips crave cancer between them. 

The burning sensation sliding down my throat to my lungs, i long for. 

The inhale of addiction, the exhale of peace.