| I saw your blood upon the floor, but I gazed at the knife still in my hand, | |
| Blurred vision obstructed the harsh realities, of the actions I unknowingly faced, | |
| To the floor I finally collapsed, blood stained tears rolling down my face, ...and then I laughed. | |
| Thinking about all the things you have done. Things that will never be seen or heard ever again. | |
| Now I'm Tearing Myself Apart, Screaming My Victims Name. Possibly A Cry For Help | |
| Watching you bleed, bleed out, Snuffing your life a single candle flame, .... like you did to my confidence |

