• Let the sin
    Pour from my skin.
    Pull the blade up,
    Start again.

    I can't forgive
    What i've done,
    Or this thing
    That i've become.

    I choose to walk
    This world alone.
    I have nothing
    To call my own.

    Nowhere to live,
    No home to stay.
    In cold crept darkness
    Is where I lay.

    No sweet embrace
    Or lover's kiss.
    Now that i'm grown,
    I'm used to this.

    All I have,
    After this,
    Is this razor's sweet
    Seductive kiss.