Crimson needs

With emotions filled to the brim,
no one to tell except for him,
and so when he's gone an old friend,
shiny,piercing metal, beautiful and cold

someone I can depend on when my true love isn't there,
the evil source of harmful addictions,
the love for crimson colored pain,
the rush and adrenaline, right before the cut,
the feeling of a wonderful quick high

when I'm floating above the clouds,
when my saviors not around,
I fall to the power of the knife,
how quickly I rather loose my life
then feel every day's pain,
time rapidly running out,
loosing
feeling
forever,
forgetting
what
or
who
really
matters,
when
my
hero's
not
around
I always seem to fall