Just wanting to see blood
my blood
the beautiful crimson red
all along my wrist
Smearing all over my hands
that beautiful crimson red
not knowing why
just wanting to see it
the beautiful crimson red
Mixing with my salty tears
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. . .
my beautiful crimson red drips
all the way down my pale wrist
I don't know why
but the sting
when the razor enters
feels oddly good
watching the beautiful crimson red
seep out,
slowly, gracefully, like a dance,
The Beautiful Crimson Red
