Blood On My Hands

January 30th, 2007

I died a million times today,
Tried to kill the pain away..
But in the end I failed..
...again...
Stained the carpet with black blood..
Dripped from my fingertips and onto the softest floor...
The sun never ceased to kiss it..
It never ceased to cry...
.....
Repeatitive acts of this nature..
God,I so despise..
Unable to pick up the pieces and get on with my life...
...just can't seem to fool the ghosts of the past..
Always out to haunt me..
Remind me,great spirits,that I have done wrong...
..though I've known it all along...
Rob me of my emotion...
My sanity..
Allow me NOT to care...
...but you'd never do that for me...
Would you?
You wouldn't even DREAM of granting me satesfaction..
Of knowing I've done something the right way for once...
Just throw it all away..
Life would be better that way..
But I've got blood on my hands again...
Blood so black as sin...
But I accept such a fate...
Thrown into the ashes of a broken soul,
Let me sufficat here..
Ash never made me feel so alive..
Within my final hour I fall to see it all bust and break before me..
Watch my life's last flame...
Burn before my fingers reach it..
Such a beautiful sight..
Watching orange fade to the black of ash...
Spirits of the past...
Why grant me one one last pleasure?
Why let me smile upon the face of darkness?
Why let me carass the blade in which will kill me?
...I've got blood on my hands again...as black as sin..
Drip from my fingertips to the softest floor....
And I..
I breathe...
No More....
For you...