Turmoil

written in the sludge of life
cold crusted blood
on the tip of a knife
burn it down in the dark
like to hide my sins
jump from the ledge
when you break both ends
gotta get it back
get it back
the life I lost
so long ago
get it back
gotta get it back
my heart and my mind
adrift in the snow
from an overdue winter
cold pallor and spite
get it back
get it back
from the shackles of night