running fast its at my heals how could i've been so confused he said it would help but the blood that was spilt just made me lust for more the guilt is piling the place smells like blood its intoxicating i can't breath now i'm on the floor i swallow the last of the pills then i turn to the knife one last time i'll carve this story deep in my arm the blood trickles down i can't feel a thing the red puddle grows as does this darkness when they find me they'll see why i did this they'll be on my side but i can't live with this guilt and before i pass i see your face i tell it to fuck off i can't bare to see it i hate it soo thats when i cut deeper now the puddle is bigger then the fucking ocean now you can swim in it and see what was in my head when i killed them all then you can write about it try to decifer the things running through my mind i know you fucking won't