Something lost
yet never found
A bloody knife
left on the ground
Screaming words
heard all around
slashing through
your darkend skin
your number's up
marked with Sinn
gushing life
from with in
a cloak and dagger
sounded nice
but i figured
to break the ice
pierce the skin
before i slice
Flailing now
your wounds confide
under blood
you can not hide
the rules of man
I can't abide
I'll cut you out
of your own life
finish the job
there's no more strife
your suicide
but with my knife
no more crying
no more bitching
no more cutting
no ore stiching
Your an itch
not worth itching
blackend water
taints the sky
souls are floating
way up high
but your still stuck
when you die
an evil curse
is set upon you
your blood runs black
it just wont do
sent to hell
a demons due
your time is up
with one last chant
you can crwal around
like an ant
but in the end
we will chant
the Curse is set
my stupid friend
blood from my lips
the wounds won't mend
set in stone
this is your end
By
Sinn F. Chaderrs
