Welcome Home

Oh, she\'s alone now.
Yes, she\'s finally alone.
A smile forms across her face.
A smile, distinguised as no other than saying-

\"welcome home.\"

She sees the dirt across her body
And she finds the perfect blade.
She count 1..2..3..
The first thousand cuts.
She\'s always been afraid of being alone before.
But now, She understands that she can only bleed when put behind a closed door.

The puddle gathers lightly.
The pours out, draining her now split vein. As the puddle expands, darkening its colour, the tears stop falling and she feels content.

Oh, sweet, loving colour red..

The love in me has been squeezed from my broken heart.
Take all things red away from me. I\'m ridding myself of you.
I\'m taking myself away from the pain you drive into me.
Pursueing me, each step you take forward getting you closer to achieving your goal of distorting my heart into pieces that can never be mended.

Ah, the dirt that falls and clumps
connecting with the sweat, blood, and tears.

And your foot presses against my neck. As you wipe the dirt off your shoes..
I allow you in. I trust you again.
And I am your carpet, your welcome mat.
A smile forming across your face.

A devious smile..
distinguished as no other than,

\"Welcome Home.\"