The cutting
fresh blood...

With every breath i breathe
i gasp for air...

Every night
a ritual will start...

One two three
ready or not- here i come...

My eyes will forever remain
empty, cold, and dry...

I hate you
With every breath I breathe...

Rip me Apart
and Throw Me Away...

Let us bow our heads in prayer
and gently fold our hands...

You stare at me
with eyes full of tears...

Waking in the morning
staring at the ceiling...

These tears wont stop
that are streaming down her face...

Time for the funeral
Speeches to the dead...