I've seen my own blood,
Trickle down my wrist,
As the rush hit my heart beat
Shattered my reality.

My blood began to pour,
I think I hit an artery this time.
I want to care, I want to be scared for my life,
But the rush is all I know.

And now I feel my heartbeat slow,
Oh God, is this the end?
Am I going to die,
All for this horrid, oh so horrid, beautiful high?