the highest floor for the people at their lowest

i feel like my morals are melting away like the candles we put on graves

dripping down slowly

hot wax on cold gravestones

until im all burnt out, used, and washed away by the rain that comes after

chemically out of balance

my brains a bad gymnast on a tight rope 

cheshire cat grins, predatory whims

my skin is the body bag to my soul

hide the corpse, hide the rot, hide the grey matter of my body 

broken dreams equal broken bones 

the highest floor for the people at their lowest

can you see something?

can you see it coming?