Crimson blood flowing through my veins
Hideous demons calling out names
Trying my hardest to resist, Im starting to slow
As the pressure in my heart continues to grow
So reaching for this knife, my false lottery token
With hopes of mending this bleeding heart so broken
Digging into my flesh, the blood brings a moment of peace
For a slight second the tormenting demons cease
But when the blood dries and the painful distraction is gone
Upon my soul a sense of hopelessness begins to dawn
The demons are back, now in for the kill
With the blood in my veins beginning to chill
Suddenly the pain in my heart and knife collide
And upon that fateful night, in my crimson blood I died
