Watch yourself bleed red.
Pure, ruby red.
In your eyes, it's filthy.
In your eyes, it's beauty.
Watch yourself bleed red.
Each drop hitting that white tiled floor.
Just like the tears dropping from your chin.
Your open slit wrists.
Let them bleed red.
Let them stain your pen.
Let them stain those keys that you use to type away and lock your feelings.
Let them be the end of you.
