Sigmata 2

My wrists begin to ache
blood begins to pour
my own life, i did not try to take

Slashes on my back
so many i cannot keep track
to the hospital i am rushed
my skin oh so pail
and flushed of all color

punctures on my head
i fear i may join the darkness of the dead
i cannot explain
this sudden rise in pain

No longer can i see
the only shade is red
the only thing left more me to be
is dead

"Forever we are, forever weve been, forever we'll be cruisifide to a dream"