I held the cold piece of metal against my warm skin
I put it down, I picked it up
I put it back down
Maybe it was because I was too much of a coward
Or maybe it was because I wasn't enough of a coward
Life was a messy business
Cheating it was even messier

Shades of red shinning through the curtains,
  bouncing off the walls.

Red, red, red dripping down the warm skin,
  stealing all the life.

Red in the morning, the middle of the night,
  creeping down your neck with a knife in the back.

Red in the dark and red in the light,
  red on your breath and red in your bed.

Take a brush, paint it red,
  your whole world is red!

In a flurry of flames I want to be consumed
In the burning warmth I want to melt
In the ever constant heat I want to lay
I want to feel the heat creeping upon my skin
I want to taste the warmth on my lips
I want it to creep up my spine, make me tingle
I want it to take every other feeling away
But what I want seems of little importance

I lay shuddering in an open field
The cold bitterness creeping up on me instead
My blood turning cold
My skin ice
I tremble turn and twist
I can see the flames on the other side, mocking me