It is cold.
so very cold.
and I am weak
so very weak.
Cant you tell by the t h i n n e s s of my blood?
how it pours out of my flesh.
maybe I cut too deep this time.
right into a vein, the poison crawling underneath my skin.
don't be afraid,
its only red tears.
why don't you have a taste?
my metallic pain tearing you apart.
its a a bit.. bitter.
perhaps a bit broken?
Don't worry, that's just a little part of my past.
Did I ever tell you, I bleed so pretty?
Well I guess I didn't.
you look a little surprised?
shocked?
its OK, try not to be afraid.
Ill be OK.
my blood wont run for more than a few hours.
it will soon stop and you can bury me.
forget me even?
don't mind cleaning up my blood.
let it stain into the carpet, being a constant reminder of my suffering.
did I tell you Ive tried not to eat much the last couple weeks?
I was hoping to be s k i n n y
JUST FOR YOU!!
its OK though.
I'm very beautiful when I lie.
I'm so very precious when I cry.
and yes, I bleed so pretty.
Now its almost my time to go.
a few more minutes and ill slip away.
my blood is running cold now
there's no hope for me.
you have wasted all our time reading this
You could have been my hero!!
