[I’m Morbid, lend me a hand Jason Branton]

 

My cold feet tingle against the linoleum floor
As a shaky hand extends from my side, locking up the door
I kneel down at the tub, and close my eyes, knowing the worst will begin
Slowly unveil my wrists, prepare for the wounded kiss, this final sin
But with a false key you unlocked the door, and took me by surprise
A second later you would’ve come across, my deep red demise
I look at you with eyes so dark, and whisper this lullaby
“Won't you come for a swim...jump right in, you know the blood is always warm”
You shake your head, and disagree with me, You have another plan
With this blade of yours, you take my hand, finish up the job
A surprise to me, this hate towards me, I can hardly understand
But just before I can figure it out, your hands already on the knob
Of a door that will, keep me hidden, from those that could mourn and sob

 

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