Wretch in the corner

Guilt makes a dark shadow.
Sits against the wall.
Chosen to leave behind.
Nothing at all.
The room gets smaller.
A million little squares.
Circles around the eyes.
Lines on the top.
Spray to the side.
Skin is turning to paste.
Flourescent glow burns it white
and it's turning yellow inside.
The seed grows bright for awhile
Never too late to die.
Never too late.
Calls coming in.
Heart getting thin.
Red goes to blue to black.
Slipping watery out my back.
Lights go rapidly dim.
Waterfall I'm drowning in.
Skin is turning to paste.
Flourescent glow burns it white
and it's turning yellow inside.
I set up another.
The right thing to do.
Again I used myself and you.