Crimson

Crimson dancing across my skin,
I wonder if this is truly a sin.

But even if it was, I won't decline,
for this action makes my pain resign.

So you dare ask me to put away the knife?
When have you ever cared for my pathetic life?

Why should I listen to you,
you care what I do?

Yesterday you spit on me!
It's still about you, you see?

You don't want to know it's true,
that you are the reason for my loose screw!

Like I'd want to give you that peace,
even if my life should cease!

What makes you think you are worthy,
You who only sees me as creepy?

Honestly, do you think me a fool,
I won't become another simple tool.

I will stand with crimson upon my wrist,
and leave you with my own disturbing twist!