Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
The blood doesn’t stop,
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
I’m bleeding quite a lot,
It’s funny how the blade is familiar than my mother’s arms,
And I only feel at peace when I committing self harm,
Though I’m close to death it brings me no alarm,
Just the sound of it has a certain charm,
Some would think it hurts with the cuts on my arms and the pulsating wrists,
But the painful agony has such a sweet bliss,
So I carve myself once more, and artist hard at work,
Just like they’ll carve my grave stone when I’m deep within the dirt..
Drip..
Drop...
Drip..
Drop...
Drip.
Drop.