• I sit in a room lit by a candle
    A silver line in my hand catches my eye
    Able to release the thoughts that I can’t handle
    Knowing what will happen I give a sigh
    A crimson line appears as the silver touches my skin
    I slide the blade and the line grows longer
    If I try to fight it I would never win
    It is like an undying hunger
    I watch the crimson but don’t feel its pain
    I watch the crimson as I go insane