Bleeding paradise

The only thought my mind can hold;
And wouldn't it be nice?
Is making my departure from
This bleeding paradise

The pressure weighs much more each hour,
Much more than I can take,
And the jovial smile upon my face
Is never more than fake

The rain washes my pain away
I watch it mark its tracks
Caressing my skin with sticky trails
Of morbid crimson - black

Lie still here with my cut-throat blade,
Alone I am forsaken,
But no hot tears shall they cry for me
When suffocating existence, Ive taken