Shining is the blade of the knife

Sharp is the edge that cuts my flesh.

Red is the blood that pours from the wound

Giving me life that nobody cares to notice.

Nobody is the person I can trust

With the secrets that everyone hears.

Invisible is the cloak I wear

To be unseen from their prying eyes.

And their’s is the hand that drives the blade

Of the ever-sharpening knife.

Red is the blood that pours from the wounds

And red is all I’ve ever been able to see.