• Let blood rain,
    From this cursed soul,
    I'm in too much pain,
    To gain any control.

    A habit I can't kick,
    It will be the death of me,
    I can't prevent it,
    I'll die of blood loss.

    From my own hand,
    I let the blade do its job,
    One, Two, Three, Four, Five,
    It is never enough to satisfy.

    I've lost my mind,
    Or simply misplaced it,
    For tonight I shall cut,
    Deeper than ever necessary.

    My pulse quickens,
    Blood pumps faster,
    I'm getting light-headed,
    Could this be the sweet end?

    As I lay in agony,
    At the side of a blade,
    Blood drips down my wrist,
    I hear the angels sing.

    Running toward the light,
    I can't stop hoping I make it,
    Alas, I wake in the hospital,
    Cursing to myself frantically.

    People scream with joy,
    I can't help but scream in anger,
    Stuck in this damned state of enslavement,
    Cursed to wander with my blade to my throat...