the light shines
in from the cold winter night
a glistening darkness
all mine
a shine, from the blade
drug across my left arm
blood rises, bring to my lips
taste, the reward
the best thing ill get
out of this life, wanted death
drained of my love, why not blood?
hate driven, to my last breath
they dont care, why should i?
it should be better without me
or at least the same
id rather kill me than them
and not live a life of shame
the bloods in a puddle
like the tears, the night before
its too late to stop me
my arms already sore