Analysis of Death in trying to make it out alive

I made a choice.
Turned mistake.
I thought I could make it out.
I Held A promise I couldn't keep.
I love how you arch
I love how you taste.
I LOVED THE VENOM IN YOUR VOICE.
The way you screamed at me
Or the way you laughed every time I failed.
So what do we do if the colors turn the tide.
Will we make it home. Simplified?
Are you satisfied.
You became my death of peace in mind.
I used to think it was me.
But now I made it out alive.
I loved the way I bent the way I broke.
She said "I OUGHT TO KEEP IT DOWN"
HELD IN WALLS WITH HEXES AND PENTAGRAMS UPSIDE DOWN.
WHEN THE CURTAINS CALL MY TIME.
WILL WE BOTH BE Satisfied?
THAT WE CULLED THE HANDS OF TIME.
I'M Taking BACK EVERYTHING THAT WAS ONCE MINE... MINE ... MY MINDDDDD!!!
It was like a siren in the waves calling out my name. You swallowed every fucking thing.
I HAVE NO LINE LEFT. A DIAL TONE TO A COFFIN Entombed. Encased IN ALL THE PLACES WE WENT. ITS NOT HARD TO REALIZE. YOU BECAME MY DEATH OF MIND.