Crimson red, flowing like water from a tap
Another guilty relief from the pain of reality
I try to stop, but can't help but go further
With each slice reminding me of my melancholy existence
The problems from my mind flow from my body with ease
I tell myself to stop.
Go deeper
I think I need help.
No one likes you
Maybe your right.
You're wrong
GET OUT
GET OUT
GET OUT
The thick liquid splashing and swirling in the sink,
Like a figure skater, leaving behind a trail of joyful despair
It's patter against the ceramic bowl leaving me in a trance
A psycho-delirium of a forbidden comfort
Each carve, shaping my thoughts, my feelings
Red stains on the sink, on my conscience
My life in a picture, but it's dominated by red
Red pond, red stream, red lake, red oceans
Red tears.
