Cut
By **The Rose that Blooms from the Heart** •
this dark path i have wandered down,
is far from where i want to be.
held under water ready to drown,
how can this be me???
i see the red from my wrist,
with nothing else in my mind.
there is fog and there is mist,
among the things i've left behind.
the pain and suffering i've felt,
can compare to nothing at all.
all these things will make me melt,
or stand at the edge and fall.