Darkness Bleeds Red
If I silt my throat and lay in a bath of flowers
There you could see the red leak out for hours
Crimson rings about my fingers
I watch myself as death delivers
Into the deep darkness where I shall depart
Wrinkled skin washed in brine
upon the edge of the bath a glass of red wine
No more pain, no more doubt
No more silent words I shout
Would see the beauty in what I’ve done
Could you see that my depression has won?
No not today I think I’ll stay
Now put those suicidal thoughts away
Your not done on this earthy place
I struggle to put a smile on my face
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