My bones feel like they are going to shatter into a million peices,
I can hear the scrape between my joints,
Like fingernails on a chalkboard,
It peirces through your ear drum,
The scars on my arm remind me of you,
And all of what you put me through,
My own flesh dug up to its surface,
Just to take away the pain you gave me,
The false hope you brought to me for free,
I thought you were trying to save me,
But you were just killing me little by little,
Too little a scratch for me to notice every day,
Now it is you that will very much pay,
I am already dead,
So you can't kill me anymore,
Your trick will not work on me as it did once before,
Don't save me,
Don't bring me back to life and kill me again,
Why do you love to see me bathed in red crimson? |
