picture ironic? I know I held the knife Its my hands your blood covers But those are also my tears Bathing the dropped weapon Lost to this shaking My broken voice pleading For someone's warmth Your warmth Your honey promises My wounds forgotten Only my sins haunt And your rejection The new bitch Another drop Unseen in the growing puddle My soul leaking with the blood Clinging to a bridge The ends lost to memory My past, my future No longer know where I face Screaming for a hand My destiny?