Murder/suicide.

[from sketchbook:]

sunken face, you sank down
drunk place, you let down
it's not my time or responsibility
to be his fucking cover
i've let myself down
i've let myself down
i've let myself get away
another image in glass described
my name, my claws defiled
there's no fucking cross on your back
he's just a choice for you to make
stop it, you're hurting me.