Vanity

You're fading from the naked eye
Summers leaving me cold
A failed attempt at nothing
Your silence as always poison
Forced in by your charms
Your breath laced with cyanide
Familiar slit wrist
Intimate with thoughts of loss

My head upon the table
You'll slice it open anyway
I feel so unsafe for now, for now

The yellow tinted suicide
A pointless problem unsolved
I'm falling into nothing
Sent into a spiral
This would seem so contrived
A feeling so inspired
A veil of guilt behind it
Cures meant simply nothing