• The dull blade, right and proper
    I hope it will be my final show-stopper
    I let it sink in through my skin it is punishment for my sin
    The sin is love that cannot be
    Oh, why is it I cannot see
    though I hope, wish, and plead
    you will never belong to me?
    So instead of you, I live for blood
    and from me I let it flood
    I try to end my pain and life
    through merciful kiss of knife.