Scarlet Rush

oh, how badly i want this

like some f****n lust

how much i want it

how i thirst after it

ha, so demented

i thirst after...

the blood.

the pain.

death.

 

wouldn't my buds be proud?

eyeing me during class

checkin' my wrists

almost every day

i really thought

they'd catch on

that cutting

isn't limited

to one

place.

 

but of course, they won't

they're a bit too naive

they're a bit too slow

they're just waiting

to see on the news

that i've yielded

to my little

sharpened

blade

 

would they care, i wonder

would they cry, i ask

would they feel it?

would they notice?

if i faded away?

if i gave up

if i just

simply

died?

 

they claim that they would

oh, sweet lies linger

upon their tongues

foolish little people

thinking the end

thinking death

is a lifetime,

is so far

away.

 

how much longer till they realize?

i'm not a heartless b***h

not a worthless gal

that i'm broken

i'm defeated

i'm giving up

i'm just

falling

apart.

 

i want to see that scarlet rush

bleeding out of my veins

soaking into the floor

let me watch it

dripping drops

until i'm all

completely

out of

blood.

 

i wonder how long that'd take

a couple of hours, maybe

to end up empty

ha, funky rhyme

i'm losing it now

end up empty

of blood

and of

life.