Nicholas Craven
Cold New Home

My eyes go black in the mirror, my body outstretched
My eyes go back to the mirror, my arms cold red

I'm lucid dreaming all that I am oblivious
My mind can't cohere
My arms are numb and I'm losing feeling
I think I'll die here

My body it meets the tile
These fragile veins can't move enough
My breath is slowing weaker
I'm so at peace with giving up

The tile floor is my new home, and here I'll rest
The tile floor is my new home, with all my regrets
The tile floor is my new home, and here I'll rest
The tile floor is my new home, my arms cold red

I can feel my chest stop beating
Face is going grey, I'm leaving