A razor in your hand,
Storm raging outside,
And rain cluttering on your head.
It's a cold night.
Blood slowly dripping down,
On a sea of tears.
Which none are left anymore,
Left for this cruel world.
And still you are there.
Caged.
A distorted picture,
Weird but real.
Pain while cutting deep,
A silent scream to the world.
Blood and rain running down your arms.
The razor glides through your venes,
But you can't feel,
The hollow you're caged in.
Still there is no escape.
Soaking wet from blood and rain,
What a wonderful night you think.
So weird and distorted.
