No Ghost Hara Kiri

HARAKIRI You know you want it, gotta fight the feeling I gouge my eyes just to not let this sink in I grasp onto the deafening silence, As her lucid whispers squirm to the back of my throat Drunk and brittle, search for any salvation Pray till I suffocate, Ironically to place false hope Take hold, in time you ll learn to cope Counting bones as I grieve as the rose dies on it s own On It s own Why even try, fuck it Flies pour out your mouth into mine Vile, you gag, hold it down inebriated Razor sharp lik