I feel emptiness at my throat
I can feel my hair rise on my neck
I want to cut so badly
let it meet my skin again
I want to feel the tears dry
lightly on my sorrowed face
look at the blood on my wrist
look at my past, and what I've become
fear gripping tightly at me
as sweat drips off my pathetic body
as the night terrors attack me
scream my past in my ears
my body is so tense and cold with paranoia
I can't get a grip to stop the shakes
I grip my friendly angel and pray to be a god
take all my pain to vanish
my addiction gets stronger and tugs
there is absolutely nothing that can be done
I feel the blood flow past my head
as I lay alone in my death bed
A pool of my blood and my flaws
as my past corrupts my alls
the blood that can not stop
is the past of my last drop
the last drop of my blood
too much for me to take
as I think of him on top of me
My whole body starts to shake
I can feel his every movement
and his breath on my skin
how alone and dark my world got
as I look at my hand again
I take my shiny blade
stain it with crimson blade
take a cut for a lost lover
and for my past i take another
