Crimson Marks,
Across my chest...

Thick red flows,
From my black veins...

Jagged blade, lays on the table,
Just out of my reach...

The stroke of steel,
The sting of slice...

I reach for the knife,
As i sit a ponder...

I laze upon this broken throne,
Cheap whiskey in my hand...

I sit alone,
And slit my wrist...

Fear is the black cloud,
That stalks you in the light...

Take note of the fire,
See how it burns...

I fall from happy consciousness,
Into a dark despair...

I light this match,
And put flame to ground...

The people that you knew till now,
The life that felt so short...