Writing The cold floor (M)

[Decadence]

[color=silver]The cold floor

A cold blade slides across
Pull back each layer one by one
Feel the blood pulse, flow and ebb
Warmth enrapture
The blood flows free
Each pulse a tide
Let the knife go
Pass out
Faint
The flame goes out
Fell before the fall
Dead before dawn
Color the water
Blood to paint
The fears
Blood to mix
With the tears
Never mind the slight screaming
The hard cold floor
You?ll never wake up sore
You?ll never wake up
Stain the floor
Write the note in red
Let them wonder why
Give them no answers
Begin before the begot
Natural remedy for the pain. [/color]