You see that blade?
Oh how it likes to torture me
But I let it,only because it promises of something better
Something to can stop the intern pain the wind gently strokes

I run it down my skin and oh yes does it feel good
Yet it also feels bad as I watch the crimson leave my now opened cave
I'm opening a cave for the demons to fly out
However they do not fly out
They sink their teeth deeper until all that fills this world are My screams

Then I fall
Unto the putrid ground with only sweet sorrow to my name and memory