I'd Slit,
Slit Deep Way Into My Skin,
My Veins Would Leak Out,
All The Bright Red Blood,
Then It Would Run Down My Arms,
In Stripes.
Stripes Of Red & White.
And Slowly Enough,
I'll Hear My Own Falling Thud,
My Heart Beating Back In My Ears,
Just As My Lungs Will Begin To Weaken,
I'll Choke On The Last Ounce Of Air Left,
And Watch As I Let The Blade Drag,
A Little Deeper,
Until The Pain Is So Painful I Can't Feel A Thing.
I Don't Want To See My Face No more,
So I Should Cut That Too,
I'll Slice Through The Flesh,
As If Its Just Nothing At All,
Nothing At All.... As Am I,
The Blade Gazing Over Me Now,
Ready To Take Another Deep Plunge,
Into A Deep Dark Blood-Filled Line,
Drawing The Map Of My Hurt,
Yet Following It, May Be A Different Story.
So Throw Me A Blade Hun,
Watch It Slice Through Me.
