Housebroken

Its like injecting sludge,
I feel like death, not dying,
it's like falling over,
it's like my blood is drying,

I'm drawn to the sirens teeth,  
God please catch me,

this isn't me trying to fly,
knives magnetize,
iron in my blood;
galvanize.

What more can I do? My walls aren't tall enough?
what am I running from?
It's like paranoia rises with the sun.

you gave me a hand and slit my wrist,
you saved me, well, for later at least,
I don't want to live like this,
let's just get it over with.