1-25-16 sixty four days clean
It starts with a thought
That leads to a feeling
That ends with destruction.

It's resting at the back of my throat-
No.
It's got its hands held around my throat.
It's at the bottom of my stomach,
Watching me sink further
With a sick smile.

It starts with a thought
That leads to a feeling
That ends with destruction.

The darkness swirls inside of me
Until it's reached every fingertip and every atom in my body.
Are you happy yet? You've got me, now.

It's like a rope tied tight to my wrist.
But the ends don't fray and its grip slowly gets tighter,
Cutting off circulation.
I can't go anywhere,
So I stay inside of my head,
And paint the walls a new color.

It starts with a thought
That leads to a feeling
That ends with fucking destruction.

"It's the end of the line.. You're going down with me"

Here's the destruction.
I'm ready.
- (m.m)