Soft is the skin
The wrist so innocent
The blade so sharp
The cut was deep
The knife stained
The emtions gone
The blood so thick
The blood like a stream
The stream flowing quickly down
The darkness setting in
The fear whelling inside me
The questions of what'd I do fill my head
The screams of those caring people heard
The body I was occupied motionless and dead
The family screaming in fear and sadness...
