i pull the blade across my healing skin,
i let out a cry,
i've done it again.
the skin opens up,
and lets out a tear,
it's mouth open wide,
but only i can hear.
i feel a sensation,
like none other before,
have i succeeded?
yes. i've opened the door.
i let out a scream,
the devil's on my shoulder,
i feel my life escaping,
my blood getting colder.
i reach out ahead,
but thats when i crash,
i've lost to the devil,
and this crying crimson slash.
