I have a new obsession
it may seem kinda sick
but as the days go on
and i think about it more
the more i wanna see it
shed and drip
dark red, bright red
fresh blood, old blood, young blood
im not afraid of blood
i love it, i need it
let me shed my blood for you
through my tears, from my wrists
every day i shed my blood
but no one ever sees it
the experiences in life are paid for
by blood
not always my own
but if you push me
this time, it will be
my final blood shed
every last drop will touch
the ground where i will walk
no more
