it tempts me with its shineWith its gentle look of freesom
Its little mysterious gleam
Lures me,when i see "them"
With its sharp edge of silence
Saying it'll take away the pain
Thin,but takes away the time
With dark scarlet,stained
Dripping with blood
From a heart
Slit with that blade
from,the Knife of Shame
With the tempt of relief
i wander,with it in my hand
With an empty heart
Recovery i demand
i refuse the thought of a death
With no blood,i'm quite savorless
With this vicious secret that i hold
Hearing echoes of memories,that i live life in a mess