You've been at my neck
Ready to strike at a moments notice
And let's say you did
What color would come rushing out?
Crimson Red?
The color you think it should be
Pure Gold?
Like the heart I wear on my sleeve
Or Jet Black?
Because I've been dead inside,
Only for myself to see
What if nothing came out?
Just a Flesh Wound,
If I was as hallow as the rest of you
What would you do?
Rejoice in Conformity,
Or Cry in Self-Pity?
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
You've been at my neck
Ready to strike at a moments notice
And let's say you did
What color would come rushing out?
Crimson Red?
The color you think it should be
Pure Gold?
Like the heart I wear on my sleeve
Or Jet Black?
Because I've been dead inside,
Only for myself to see
What if nothing came out?
Just a Flesh Wound,
If I was as hallow as the rest of you
What would you do?
Rejoice in Conformity,
Or Cry in Self-Pity?
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