Thud, Thud, Thud!

Blood, blood thick as watered down mud,
Blood, blood red crimson blood my heart
is going thud, thud, thud, As I see the blood,

Blood, blood, slipping silently from the cut,

My heart is still going thud, thud, thud,
why is it I have no love in my life,

I lift the knife again and make another cut,
and I watch as the blood silently slip's out
of the cut and I can still here my heart
going thud, thud, thud!