There's a fear I hold in heart and head Wondering why im not yet dead After all the blood spilt from my own skin I was sure I could never win

Because my opponenet I know well Someone who all my secrets I tell The only person who could ever see My mirror image, myself, me

And still blood trickles from my wound Pulling me closer to my tomb The wound I delivered to myself The cut deliberatly lacking stealth

And crimson tears weave from my neck The trails they make their final treck A final warm kiss upon my skin Before a wave of cold begins

As my sight begins to fade I wearily cast away the blade The blade I used to take my life Spreading crimson tears into the night