Let it bleed

The knife lays so beautifully on the table, waiting for me to pick it up and make just one more cut

i hold the silver metallic blade and sinfully slit the pale skin and heartache that lies within

the tears fall onto the bright crimson allowing the flow to fall down

i hold my cut knife in hand looking at all that I\'ve become waiting for me to stand and run

the pain is never ending the numbness is so surreal i only pray that i could feel

i let it bleed and fall asleep wishing that i will never wake up again and just let the pain win