Wishing I Had Died

I Glance Upon My Arm
At All The Work I've Painted
I Cut So Deep This Time
It Almost Left Me Fainted

For Me To Still Be Alive
I'am Truly Blessed
The Blood Apon My Blade
Tells Of My Obsess

The Art Of My Blood
The Art Of The Crimson Pain
I Crave For The Bitter, Brutal
Bloody Stain

The Blood Drips Dramatically
Tactically Precise
Oh What a Wonder
You Can Do With Just a Knife

I Look Upon My Body
The Art Works So Intense
Blood Scattered Upon
Where The Steal Had Went

I'm Looking At My Body
It Is Blood I See
But Who Are All These People
Glancing Over Me

The Doctor Said That I Almost Died
But Theres Nothing Worst Than Waking Up Alive!!!!