Your whisper still screams in my ear,
As the blood falls from the blade,
Screaming whispers tell me " no "
I block them out, pretend not to hear.
Youre gone now,
Buried, silent in your grave,
Covered in your own punishments,
And the last scarlet scar the blade left with you,
My dearest,
The only one that heard my soft screams,
My best friend,
The one that pulled death from my hands countless times,
And, now youre gone.
Buried, silent in your grave,
Covered in your own punishments,
And the last scarlet scar the blade left with you.
Crimson lines cover my arms like tracks,
Still crying for you,
No one left to pull death from my hands,
So, I continue to fall deeper.
Your screaming whispers,
Still tell me " no "
I block them out,
Pretend not to hear.
