Crimson Soaked
One... Two... I cant take this pain anymore
Three... Four... The gleaming sharp falls to the floor
Five... Six... Crimson flows first warm then cold
Seven... Eight... My eyes feel heavy, they want to close
Nine... Ten... Everything seems to be fading, fading away
All over, everywhere, crimson flowing everywhere
The white of my shirt and blue of my jeans are crimson soaked
I know it's not just me that I am hurting, but more than one
It's not just my life that I am taking, but we don't deserve it so.
The counter, the floor, the carpet, from my head to toes
Everything is crimson soaked
When you come home tonight, you will find that everything is crimson soaked
