left turn to rock bottom.

these ribs pierced through my skin,
fractured body, as a whole.
started at one and since i've been counting
i remember when i wasnt so destructive,
and now everything i touch or has to do with the words i say,
ends up with the most sour taste.

present this hope in front of me,
in the palm of your hand..
i'll try to keep my mouth shut...success
while i speak, water runs starting at the bottom...
of my weak, heart seperated lungs.

started with someone, and since i've been counting.