My longing

I long for that siver shine
that crimson run
the pain to be gone
i want that cut upon my wrist
the one that makes it all go away
to cut to deep
and never keep
my soul live agian
to die to young
to never run
from your yelling cry
i want to be in my grave
that house of six feet under
i want to be heard of
but never seen
only live in memory