Wasted

Feel my blood run through your hands
As you stand over your prize, your kill
Wasted my life so you brought me down
This is the end of the game

Feel my blood slip through your hands
You're everything that I could never be
So you turn away forsaking your own
This is the end of the line

Feel my blood sink to the grave
Feel the darkness of the lifeless inside
Fainting, thinning away slowly
I'm drifting as I die

by Matthew McKenzie (gothic child)