Take the knife and stare

Hill ever someone be there?

Cut one. Cut two.

Has anyone ever got to know you?

Cut three. Cut four.

You can’t stand it no more.

Cut five. Cut six.

Your life no longer exists.

Cut seven. Cut eight.

Hear someone coming straight.

Cut nine. Cut ten.

Your sweet blood scent.

Close your eyes, fall down and think.

That’s your worst sin.