Views From Halfway Down

Pure like porcelain Drifting eyes roll back in my head Am I dead or alive? Does it matter if I survive? I’m fucking gone to the world Free fall to the place I hate The black sheep, bagged head We slaughter the same Free fall No sense of direction And no intention of catching myself The views from halfway down Cut like a knife to the throat Redemption hangs with the rope Tortured by grief in my dreams Visions where nothing is what it seems Lost in reflections of memories So scared of dying alone That I forgot how to breathe from these lungs If I’ve had enough So scared to die alone As I erode Pure like porcelain I’ve been immersed here trapped in my skin At the edge Feeling nervous If I jump will I find a purpose? I’m gone to the world Free fall to the place I hate The black sheep, bagged head Fucking slaughter me Slaughter me The views from halfway down Cut like a tongue that won’t speak Desensitized to the feeling Visions where nothing is what it seems Lost in reflections of memories So scared of dying alone That I forgot how to breathe from these lungs If I’ve had enough So scared to die alone As I erode Pure like porcelain As I erode Pure like porcelain As I erode I’m fucking gone

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026