I take my blade between my fingers,
This memory, it's too familiar,
I can't take it...
Deja Vu continues...
I drag my blood rusted blade across my skin,
I allow myself to cry, bloody tears,
Was I fine this time yesterday?
Staring down at my torn up body,
I gaze upon my new master piece,
Your name written in the cuts of my body,
Down deep again my blade goes,
Blood rushing past,
You keep running,
I have lost you,
except the blood written name in my skin,
I can't take it...
One swipe more,
Across my throat,
A slit goes,
swelling, and opening,
Falling to my knees,
Dying, in this bloody scene I have made.
