As the day begins, a shadow of remorse falls on me
On a cool and grey September morning,
The sky threatens tears that never come
and here I'm left with my tears
and the regrets of the night
A throbbing shoulder and a burning arm
Flashbacks of scarlet falls
slipping from the slits in my skin
I kneel on the floor and realize...
I'm getting worse and the cuts getting deeper
the music of depression pours over my spirit
I'm another two years older and three more steps behind
Am I left to die in the chilly day of mourning
I regret the night and wish I hadn't...
But here am I, left behind in a puddle of bloodink
Bloody hands withdraw from my scarlet marks
Tracing the words on the tile floor 'is this to be my end?'
I no longer have control over this addiction...
I've fallen off the edge and I am swept away in the rush...
Crying out, "help...help...help!"