Distress

This world is a deceiver
It is thirsty for my blood
The rain is liquid nitrogen
To my soul of a wrong colour

This world is a deceiver
It vomits sticky oil on me
Stab me kill me
I hate this all to much.

May my face ripping tears be
The salt in your open wounds

... it all is
About to slip
From my hands
I want you
I don't want you
The white of yours
Is growing on me
The air is thin
I want to be gone
Broken and shattered...