A tiny drop trickles down my wrist,
soon to stain the spotless floor,
slowly running down my arm,
travelled from deep within my core
The trail it leaves is shining red
in contrast to my milky skin,
hold it on my index finger,
with its fall begins my sin
See it falling to the ground,
exploding into little bits
Too late to pick it up again,
it has no place in me it fits
To hide the loss of that one drop
I take the razor, widen the cut,
to let my blood flow freely down
No longer shall my veins be shut
I feel the pressure of its will
to finally run wild and free
Too long have I denied its call
and kept it rage inside of me
Rivers now stream down my arm
and my vision's getting blurred
The red turns into soothing black
as I faint into the dirt
