One last glance
As I gleefully ask you to dance...

Attention seekers
And miss demeanors...

Can I compare you
To a wilted rose...

Don’t cry my loved ones
Don’t shed a single tear...

Blood spills onto the vacant floor
Searing pain from a twisted blade seeps through...

This could be my heart on the line
This could be my very soul stopped in time...

Believe it or not I used to love
Grieve it or not it doesn’t bother me...

If the sun didn’t shine anymore
If the songs in my heart didn’t chime...

Take the time to listen
Take the time to care...

Grab my hand and cut it deep.
Lets see the blood seep...

Tears run down my face
Streaming as if they were going somewhere...

Leave me alone to breathe in my pain
Silent whispers...