And my heart bleeds tears of red,
My wrist weep Salty tears,
And as I cry myself to sleep,
Your face I picture in my mind,
Your name silently passes from my lips,
As I wrote another story upon my wrist.
I Feel your soft touch, but know its all in my head.
This ones for you as I bleed again.
Late into the night its your name I seem to call
is this reality or just a sweet dream,
my tear stained wrist tell a story so deep,
A story of a broken girl,
whose blood continues to seep,
And my blackened heart slowly breaks,
my crimson tears stain my cheeks,
your name is the last thing i hear
as i close my blood filled eyes
and commence on my journey to another life.
