i wont forget the day that i found god, in a kitchen knife now and on my arm
i cant cry with tears,so i cry with my blood. drop by drop my pain falls away from me and into small red stain on the pretty white carpet. i feel it slowly slip away, the great relif inside. one by one the drops splatter on the floor, setting me free. then as time goes by, it all bottles up, i look composed,im being torn apart. it fills upinside waiting for the time when it will all come out in a beautiful crimsion flow.