She cuts her arms,
She really doesn't see the harm,
She lusts after her own blood,
She can't see what this hunger is doing to her,
Porclien white skin tends,
To lure her in,
So beautiful; Untainted by sin
Her hunger becomes her,
Too late to reach for a hand to help,
Too late to make a plea for safety,
Soon she'll be lost to the world,
No one saw what she was becoming,
Now she's drowning in her own blood and tears,
No one hears,
The "help me" she cries with her last breath,
She is gone from the land of the living,
And steps into the land of the dead.
