i'm already tumbling down the steep hill of regret
will you really never ever ever ever forget?
will my open-fractured ribs protruding out from my ripped skin
not convince you that i have been cleansed from within?

every demon inside me has now left on a one-way train south
and i am just simple old me, tumbling, teeth flying out my mouth.
with a little soft kick on this ikea chair
you can send me to hell, and i'll wait for you there