Glittering in the sky
Fragile pinpoints of light
Stars in a crypt
On this cold autumn night
My breath is a cloud
As I blow out the smoke
I can hold back the tears
Even though I might choke
The shadows they linger
And a moon stares so cold
Slide the razor more quickly
Though I`m still not that bold
With emotionless breath
So lowly I chant
The words all a blur
To remember, I can`t
To see What's`s beneath
I press the tip to my skin
Small burns aren`t enough
Press again and again
Pain through my arm
Pain I can control
With this fake reassurance
Briefly, myself I console
So What if I`m terrified
Not likely anyone will care
No one gives a shit
About my tears of dis-pare. . .
