Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I've had a dream of a razor blade,
and all the mess with my blood,
I could tell you what I've done,
but first my debdts to be repaid.
My first tear drips down my face,
the cuts feels so good,
a quick release of the pain,
my blood starts to drip all over the place.
It always comes down the same,
the blade across my arms,
releasing all my fears,
the heartache to cause the pain.
In the end I will be dust,
failing to see the light,
only seeing the dark,
even snowfall turns to rust.