In agony, you cried and tried
To hold your bloody hand
As the water gets red
And you are almost dead
You screamed for help
But you only have yourself
You feared what will happen next
Dying is definitely not as good as sex
You craved for something you now regret
The realization that you are your own threat
Your vision turned dim and dark
Now traveling inside hell's ark
No more blood in the heart
No red paint in your eerie art
At last! You found the devil in your dreams
It looks like you, and lo! It is your own sins.
