Let It Bleed by †Paying for My Sins as My Love Burnsâ€
I sit staring blankly at a wall of hate as I cut my wrist to relieve the pain of the day and I let it bleed down into my hands and as it drips from my fingers I feel the loss of weight upon my shoulders. There is nothing else to do but let it bleed without doing so I feel nothing. I don't do it because of compassion I do it to feel myself in the world who has turned its back on me and left me to sit alone atop of heaven or hell. My blood crimson as it flows from the cut I made is now turning black and I go to cut my other wrist there's no tuning back as I do so and as I cut I cry for the not the pain but for the love as it goes away and all I can say is Let it bleed.
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