• [b]
    Red to blood as Violet to death.
    The glass shattered over again,
    like my broken heart you tore apart
    and now i take this metal and put it to my fatal skin
    As i slit my skin,
    the redness is never tinned of any color,
    even past an hour
    As the red fell upon the floor,
    It opens a door.
    A door to a new me but who is me?
    Who am i now with this razor in my hand?
    Things has changed ever since you haven't been the same.
    This is the Story of My Life. . .