• Drip...
    the cold metal tip
    pressed against your skin
    is where we begin

    Drop...
    you dont know when to stop
    tears run down your face
    and continue at a quicker pace

    Drip...
    Your skn begins to rip
    you feel the cold blade
    the world begins to fade

    Drop...
    your heart starts to stop...
    darkness begins to cloud your sight
    you dont even put up a fight

    Goodbye..