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!
