Unending Peril

As I sit here with this knife in my hand,
I'll map you out my brilliant plan.
Walls of whites and shades of blue,
All get stained because of you.
Over the river and up the road,
Let's see these blood veins explode.
Look at the mess I've become,
The monster's demands are done.
One final cut and I'll show the world,
The cries of a young woman's unending peril.