I'm alone when I cut, <br />When the scarlet tears fall. <br />Alone in a rut, <br />And feeling so small. <br /> <br />They say it's not right, <br />They say it's insane. <br />But why should I fight? <br />When I'm always in pain. <br /> <br />There's scars on my wrist's, <br />And razor in hand. <br />I form a fist, <br />And it goes just as planned. <br /> <br />The skin splits apart, <br />And the blood starts to spill. <br />No more pain in my heart, <br />It gives such a thrill. <br /> <br />As I dropp to the floor, <br />Mozart's tune plays. <br />My life is no more, <br />And that's the way forever it stays.<br /><br />Eric Death<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-cry-scarlet-tears/
