There\'s a shining light that lies within
Hanging from the ceiling at the tip a knife
Crimson,
is my favorite color
When it\'s my crimson at the palm of my hand,
a smile graces my features
Oh how beautiful I am today,
tender eyes,
and skin colored in all shades of red
Serene is the reflection in my glass
More crimson, more
More
More
Scraping throat strings
Tearing flesh
A small giggle swept up with the winds of a chilly autumn night
How sickening,
is the light that lies within