Kill your perception. That life is always scratching and clawing at your wounds. Everyday I wake up. To the smell of bitter perfume. And my body goes back to constantly gagging. Over a subtle fate. Consumed in a world of misery. Drowning in all of this hate. Help me this time. To strain my mind. Down to the wire. I'll keep holding on. Down to the wire. Thankful for life. Down to the wire. Through the darkest nights. The candle still burns. But fate's jaws are locking tight. Surrounding me as I gasp for air. The final moments of clarity fade away. Leave the light on.