Burn Slow

Slow burning, quivering The thin air I keep breathing I let this eat away my head Until the skull I will not make this mistake For the second time again I will not hear your plea To be accepted after this Like a snail crawling through a straight razor Some days I spent just slowly screaming The pain away, silently No trace of grace left in me The familiar shadows Of yesterday Time and time again Consuming me They call to me with heavy Voices The bridge was burned When I watched you turn Your back on me I should have kept myself Out of reach But I gave in I know at the end of the day I did this to myself A doomed affinity Right from the start I saw this coming Don't turn your back on me