I don’t think that I can take
Yet another...

Dying slowly
As I sit awake...

Bathing in my own blood
cringing at my ignorance...

Though the years
have gone and past...

Smile
as you go down on me...

At this point in my life
i can no longer express my feelings on these...

Cry urself to sleep
let the tears soke your pillow...

I've cried so many times
now my eyes are dry...

The blade slips
the blood drips...

Every morning you stand infront of the mirror
looking at yourself...

I dont have much to say cept
baby...

You stare at me
as i dance wildly...