Magenta

When nothing seems to ease
A dance with death never felt so appealing
To slip into reverie

I'm floating up through the ceiling
Dysregulated thoughts have no meaning
I've numbed them all out
And let go

Nothing cures this ache
No amount of rest seems to sooth me
Constantly chasing a ghost

I'm floating up through the ceiling
Dysregulated thoughts have no meaning
I drift in and out
And let go

Numbed out and can't feel a fucking thing
I'm slowly losing all my hues
Faded into darkness of black and grey
As my lips are turning fucking blue