My skin is numb;
I can't file a thing.
Your constant yelling,
is making my ears ring.
I have no body,
I have no thought,
I'm fighting a battle
I've already fought.
Over and over
it plays in my head,
things we yelled,
that could've been said.
I'm giving up
to the enemy,
grabbing the blade
that will liberate me.
At first it's tingles--
just a sting,
then a little deeper
and I don't feel a thing.
I'm trying to reach my red blood line,
wondering why it's taking so much time.
Finally, the pain sets in,
I check myself, and realize what I'm doing is a sin.
I look up
and thank god,
he gave me a Blunt Blade,
so that my life wounld not fade.
You're not worth my life,
nor the tears,
nor the strife.
i'm thanking god,
once again:
Thank you for the great things you have done and made,
and thank you lord for my Blunt Blade.
