Sitting in my room late at night trying to remember y you even cared. i look at my arms they remain cut and scarred. I'll pick up the razor and destroy the lacerations. with the thrill of a simple cut with a hint of satisfaction. I'll be proving myself to you and the world. the darkest burning star. the razor is calling my name its saying its OK to let go of the past and how exactly this will end with more than what you say is real darker blood floods my room and i swear my eyes only see red. the razor slides and slits my veins and i feel my life draining away i need my drugs to help me make this feeling last.the incredible high feeling will always rest under my eyes this sound finds me even in the dark.
