Sweet tourniquet,
Embrace my sole...

Blood escapes from deeply cut wounds,
The darkest of reds appears...

Take my dreams,
Look at them close...

I’ll take this blade,
Push it through...

In the darkness of the night,
I hear the cold wind blow...

Everyday there is a moment,
I think back on the past...

Thank you for the time we shared,
Thank you for the love you gave...

I read a poem u wrote last night,
About our past those happy days...

Cry’s each day,
Along with every night...

He comes to me in the dark, kisses my sweet lips,
And touches me with the most tenderness of...

Red as the roses that brush against your lips,
Sweet as the touch at the end of your fingertips...

I’m so sorry,
That I turned out this way...