I can see the violence in wanting to kill you.. Wanting you dead.. I can see the hatred in the blood that spills To the floor.... I can feel the knife slip through my hands. Was it justifed, I thought, as i left you cold On the floor? Could I have sinned some more, stabbing You a few times more? The thrill of the feeling almost sends me Back. I don't know how to cry for you... How can I, when I don't cry for me. I am cold, Heartless. I am unfeeling...not even Hate controls me. I can't feel.... That's why I bleed.