Run red

Locked in the chamber
Silence engulfs me and I am no longer apart of the world
I am lost in my thoughts

Tears stream down my face
as I lift the sharp piercing blade
and Begin to relieve the anguish

Criss Cross
Criss Cross
Until red is the color I see
I do not hurt
I do not feel this pain I have brought upon myself
I have gone numb

I fall to the ground
Only half alive

No one to hear the shiverring screams
I lay cold and alone

Tomorrow I will once again
Hide the agony and fear I have
I will live life full of smiles on the outside
and empty on the inside

Unattached and alone
With lying on the floor drenched in red
As an evening routine

I will be at peace when I release the pain
This blade is my fortune
and the red is the merchandise
I will spend every penny