With every word you speak,
I cut deeper and deeper,
Reaming holes in my veins,
With scissors and tweezers.

The deeper I cut,
The fewer words I hear you speak,
I begin to grow lifeless,
All cut up and weak.

As my blood flows out,
I begin to grin,
Because I can no longer hear you,
I only hear my heart beating from within.

Until,
It stops.