Dripping blood from open veins.
Is this love, or is this hate?
Will you survive or will you die?
Will you make it passed tonight?

Splattered love on the tile floor,
Craving blood and so much more.
You need to pull out all your lies.
Wanting to run yourself dry.

Inside it's numb, there's nothing.
You've let it out and, now coughing,
Lying almost lifeless seeming like last breaths.
Wondering if you'll ever live, or is this death?

You can't chase life anymore,
It's shoved you out your own door.
Weaker by the second you think,
"I will never rise, only sink".

So still in death you feel your anger,
This horrid feeling that was your danger.
But soon your eyes are not worth,
Opposing all you saw in birth.

What's the last thing that you see?
Pooling crimson all around down to your feet.