1 for that slice behind your neck,
Don't do anything of halting to show disrespect,
Hold the bucket steady for blood to collect.
2 for the scars on your legs,
And before you reach for the knife peg,
Think about this, what it's going to do to beloved Craig.
3 for the skin torn at your waist,
Little bits of suicidal tendencies for your unwanted taste,
So sorry to see your death black rose cased.
4 for the scabbed chest,
Peace peace, maybe not with peace you'll rest,
You're on this for the deadliest quest.
5 for the leaking wrists of rust,
Like they say, ten shots, silver to dust,
I hate to see you but it's dangerously beautiful to those cuts.
Bleeding together bleeding at once bleeding for a slumber,
Have I mistaken,
One, two, three, four, five, each bleeding number? |
