I can feel the blood rush through my vein,
With every cut I feel the pain.
But is this really pain I feel,
Or is just a fantasy that I steal?
Is it all in my head,
Or is it all laid out on my bed?
Is that what I see,
Is this how I turn out to be?
Is this how it will all end,
Or is there a slight bend?
Will I turn it all around,
Or will I die in a bound?
I feel all my blood rushing,
I can see it all gushing.
It runs out my arm,
This bad karma.
Now I see every vein,
Now I see them as they strain.
Memories flood my head,
As my blood hits my bed.
I remember Maria and Halley,
How they left so easily.
I lost two friends,
They both met their ends.
Now I shall meet them once more,
What do I have to live for?
