Walking down the winding road of life,
i come upon many twists and turns,
the only friend of mine that has stuck by me through them all is my knife,
from my mistakes i can not learn.
That obstacle is over now and it's in the past,
i will come upon another one sooner or later but for now my friend cowers back to it's home,
Why can't my happiness just last?
It seems that the demons just come to me and roam.
The knife keeps coming back to protect me from all harm,
it respects me more than i even respect myself,
and to show it's love for me it leaves hickeys upon my arm,
but here i am on the floor curled up in a puddle of blood screaming, but no one will come to help.
Each little scar has a memory engraved upon it,
each one a story of it's own,
a fiery numbness upon my wrist they lit,
each little sizzle they made had a different tone.
My friends all use their knives to stab me in the back,
it is amazing how just one little word can tear apart your heart and soul,
my blood seeps through in thick gushes and it is starting to turn black,
but at least some one is achieving their goal.
Tears running down my cheek and falling upon my wrist,
mixing tears with blood as my body starts to go weak,
i reached for the phone to call for help but seemed to miss,
but waiting down in hell for my soul, Lucifer was about to get what he truly seeked.
I had been wanting to die for a long time now but never thought that it would actually ever happen,
i guess this time i had cut too deep,
my arms and legs had gone too weak to reach for something to clot the bloods spout, not a towel was in sight, or even a napkin,
and for my last breath and second on earth all i heard was the sound of the telephone line go dead as it said "beep, beep"........
