Blood is that beautiful thing,
that pours from the slices in your arms.
it comes from your eyes when you cry for death,
thats the one that stares at you
and you long to stare back but your attention is taken away,
by people shouting.
realizing that this time you've gone too far...
and your never going to be able to come back if they don't stop it...
what have you done??
look who you've left behind
what are they going to do?
this is the end....
i said one day you'd go too far...
