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WRISTSLASHER
IT FEELS SO GOOD
JUST LIKE I KNEW IT WOULD.
THER'S A LIMIT WHICH I KNOW
I WON'T FOLLOW - IT HAS TO GO.
I WANT YOU WATCHING ME
CARELESS AND FREE
WHEN I CUT MYSELF
AND STORE MY BLOOD ON TH SHELF.
IT'S LIKE A RITUAL
BUT IT'S NOT SPIRITUAL.
I WANT NONE OF THIS HEROIC SAVING
BECAUSE IT RELEASES MY INNER CRAVING.
INSTEAD, LET ME BE.
WATCH, AND YOU'LL SEE
THE GLORY OF A DREAM UNFOLD.
YOU SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO WHAT YOU WERE TOLD.
DRAWING ON YOUR STRENGTH
I CUT MYSELF ON MY WRISTS LENGTH.
I CAN SEE DISGUST IN YOUR EYES
BUT DON'T WORRY, DON'T SHOW SURPRISE.
I FEEL NO PAIN
PLEASURE IS ALL I GAIN.
ALTHOUGH IT KILS ME SOMEHOW
WHO SAYS I CAN'T ENJOY MYSELF RIGHT NOW?
IT FEELS SO FINE
AND I'LL BE YOURS IF YOU'LL BE MINE.
THIS PAIN IS SO DEVINE.
I ENGRAE MY INITIALS ON MY SKIN
AS I KNOW IN THE END, EVIL WILL WIN
BUT THIS IS ONE TOO GOOD SIN.
I DON'T CARE, CUT ME OPEN AND TAKE MY HEART,
THAT WAY, WE WILL NEVER PART.
ALL I WANT IT TO FORGET THE SORROW AND THE PAIN
S MY BLOOD WILL BE THE MEMORY OF YOUR STAIN.
