Crimson Red.

Razor blade kisses, droplets hit the floor.

Do you even help me at all? 

Just count to three and the light will fall. 

As I remove my stainless lover from it's sacret place of honor, 

I touch it's tip and feel the cold 

I fold back the sheild,

draw a perfect line of crimson red. 

Let out a breath, and feel the pain, 

I no longer feel dead. 

Another line of thread and i feel myself fall to release,

No other place, 

I finally feel at peace.

Where i find my crimson read, my 

Crimson red, my secret outlet.