That small sharp blade
Oh, how it bade
On my skin to be laid
For cruel cuts to be made
No, I shall not give in
As I lose all I've been given
Soon to my end I'll be driven
And then can I only hope to be forgiven
Oh, how I bleed from old scars
My life so near done I can see stars
It is this madness that my will bars
My arm torn as the blade mars
As I bleed I lay there and cry
I hear your voice, such a lie
You left without a goodbye
Oh how it makes me wish to die
I hope to see you soon
But till then I'll carve this rune
So very soon I'll be under the moon
There to join you and share our boon
