Relapse 'fore Christmas
I like it dripping like water from a faucetWhen life is constricting like a bloody corsetA flick of my wrist and my troubles bleed outPrecise injection that lets me breathe outMisunderstood ever since I was bornEven to this day my mind remains tornI've quit over and over but who keeps the score?Relapse 'fore Christmas and blood on the floorThis isn't the first time I swore it would endThe truth is frail, yet so easy to bendA few drops of red do not quite prove a crimeSo this will be far from my very last timeOnce I was happy, so I would like to thinkThese arms are tired, they're purple and pinkRelapse 'fore Christmas and no one that caresPerhaps no one noticed, perhaps no one daresMemory fails me, I recall only painMy hands go numb beneath the icy rainSteel of the blade flashes in the moonlightFinal relapse on Christmas, silent is the night
Vedokun
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