An Image

Let me sketch you an image
An image from my head
An image of a razor
And a fountain that bleeds red

An image of a broken heart
An image of pain
An image of constant sorrow
A girl thats going insane

She cant hold on
And she cant be strong
When people are blaming her
for everything that went wrong

Not a day does she visit this fountain
And her sorrow does not begin to grow
She thinks about the possibilities
About how good it would feel to let go