6This blood that flows through my veins
this blood grows cold
lived life in vain
ive fallen down this final time
this time i wont get up
this time i wont worry about time
i sit on my knees
stare down at this floor
my dignity shattered
youve broken me again, with ease
i will carve
i will write a little poem
with a razor and bright red ink
this pain isnt enough i starve
This hurts so good
i carve
i scrape
i bleed
i shape
i cry
I mutilate
my poem is complete
the letters start to bleed,
the ink starts to run,
what have i succeeded in by doing this
what have i accomplished
what have i gained
ive reached rock bottom
My poem is complete
my life is Complete
i can die Complete
my life is no longer incomplete
i will create new life, let my blood
feed my youth, let my blood feed your youth
let my blood serve as a sacrafice
execute
assassinate
Suicide
abide by the rules
its fate
This hurts so good
i carve
i scrape
i bleed
i shape
i cry
I mutilate
~Lost Love Remains~