Blood well spent
The universal peace
Comes at an unimaginable cost
As you lie bleeding and wounded
In your own bathtub
Trying to scrub the blood away,
And only rubbing the skin raw.
Sleep is only the gateway to oblivion.
The key to our only goal,
Lies in sweet death.
Cold, wet, and alone.
Untouched by fear
You look down at your wrists.
Blood for the goal
Is blood well spent.
As darkness fades into light
And clarity is achieved.
For once your vision is unclouded
By what was only a sweet dream of heaven
In a hollow moment, you recognize,
As the last drop falls from your arm
That perhaps you were wrong,
For years upon years.
As the life fades from your eyes
You finally understand
Just precisely how wrong you really were.
Oh what a poor, poor fool you have been.