Hands of hesitation intersect and leave me dead. Sharpening their edges inches from my neck. Inhaling the uncertainty that hangs above my head with portraits of my death carved into my chest. Running without feeling in our legs, we don’t appreciate the cuts that we’ve collected. Drifting through a swarm of thorns as our agony reminds us these scars were self-inflicted. I’ll give you every second until I’m gone. I hate it here and never want to leave. I hoped this flame would burn forever and I’ll give you every second until I’m gone. Staring in the face of my own fate, I hate it here and never want to leave. The imprints I have left will surely fade, but the memories remind us we shared the same pain. I will incinerate myself in my own circle of hell. A blind world won’t read my lips, though it might hear my faint farewell. All living things will starve cradled in complacency. Content inside the coffin I’ve created, I hate it here and never want to leave.