STEPPING COLDLY FROM THE ABYSS,
LOOKING DOWN AT MY BLOODIED HANDS,
CALLOUS AND CUT,
SANGUINE FROM THE STRUGGLE.
I’D SCREAM BUT THERE’S NOONE TO SCREAM TO,
I’D CRY BUT THE TEARS WONT LEAVE MY FROZEN EYES.
LOOK IN VAIN AT MY VEINS,
LOST THROUGH THE HORROR,
LOOK UP AT THE RAIN
WISHING I COULD FEEL ALIVE
OR FEEL AFRAID.