The tears of blood pour from my hands
I can't see much, it's all a blur.
I couldn't tell you if I'm conscious...
you thought that you'd found "my blade"
but I own a million more..
a few of them are lying around..
you'd dared me to try it again,
and you lost this bet.
You can't take those words back,
I'm no longer around..
when you woke up, you found me
Lying in a crimson puddle on the ground
