Tonight is the night I’m just letting go.

I’m going to pick up the knife,

I’m just going to let every colour flow,

Out of my veins, directly onto the floor.

I won’t be around to clean it up tomorrow morning.

Let me go back to being,

The palest white.

Let the ashen flesh be revealed,

Even after all of this time.

But I’m still wondering,

If that snow-hued bébé still exists.

It may seem a tad messy, love,

Or perhaps a little stone cold,

But I’m not going to wake up this time.

Non, pas cette fois.

The blade’s going to touch my skin:

Gently, at first I assure you,

(But that’s the way everything starts out).

Until the pain gets hard,

Then it’s going to dig deeper,

(Donc beaucoup de plus profond),

Until it’s all gone.

The first colour you get to see is red –

Here in lies my very lion heart.

Such a bittersweet hue of blush,

Drops of ruby wine beaded on the white roses.

The colour now so very dark,

I’m falling apart; fire mounts deep within,

All my ambition; all my hate,

Finally, my nostalgia, all to waste.

Next to a brighter hue of roseate,

My heart is draining on to the floor.

All my adoration is still spilt,

Friendship slowly is dying in a sea of coral.

And now so very watered down,

I’ll say adieu to my smile, my lips a dusky blue.

Farewell to my sensitivity, I’ve fallen numb.

Taking a tinge to the orange now,

Stealing away all my lies, and my betrayals.

Could it be that I’m simply worth nothing?

All the flaxen bits of me lay at my feet,

Nothing is worth anything any more –

Gone is all my wisdom.

Eventually turning more yellow,

Away with my fears – my vigilance,

All my illnesses still evaporating fast.

I’m still fading,

No longer am I the spry flower I used to be.

Not quite beautiful –

Not quite wilted.

Things are taking a turn for the worse,

Now bleeding from the core.

There goes my desire for anything I never had,

Greed resurfacing for the last time.

Envy overflowing for those beyond,

I want this to end – but it’s far from over.

(I can’t stop now.)

I could never be healed, never mending,

The defense has flowed all away.

The war stirs within,

Peace shattered forever more.

All the emeralds I ever had are no more.

Empathy still going,

All tranquility totally obsolete.

I’m turning hard on the inside,

Yet any resolute qualities are still diminishing.

I’m still in the most acidic pit of my decay,

Because the Sky’s no longer blue.

Feeling slightly light headed,

I’ll see the last colour pass.

Sadness no longer broods within,

Simply because all of me is gone.

Say my final goodbyes,

Lay the roses on the floor,

Fall forward amongst the colors.

The deed has be done, emotionless,

But I’m only the darkest shade of black.