Another torrent of razorblades

Long overdue

Another torrent of tears

For what cannot be

it always comes to this

In the corner alone

Chisel in hand

Broken life on the floor

I beg for the chance to crawl

Through the shards

Slitting my wrists

My throat as I go

It wasnt my hand which

Guided the destruction

Your loving embrace

Drags me screaming to meet

I cover my ears

Scream for it to stop

As a million tiny diamonds

Scatter and shatter at my feet

Like rosary

And it always comes to this

In the corner alone

Chisel in hand

Broken life on the floor

Run, red river, flow...