With Every Swipe Of The Knife,
I Feel My Fading Life,
The Bloody Memories,
Red Is All I See,
Dripping, Slipping,
Bleeding, Heeding,
Nothing Else Makes Sense,
But It’s In My Defense,
I Take Another Swipe,
With The Crystal Knife,
I Feel My Stomach Heave,
But Don’t You Start To Greive,
My Arm Is Wet With Blood,
Like A Blossoming Rose Bud,
My Mind Is Claimed By Dark,
I Hear The Angels, Hark,
I No It’s Not For Me,
Instead The Things I See,
I Want To Sit And Cry,
As I Finally Die