5 January 2013
I hold the metal in my hand The cold and glint of a one true friend To sow the hurt that will not mend
Press down hard, hold on tight It's going to be a long long night It cuts, it bites, it breaks the skin. Forget, forget, all of men. Embrace the pain and count to ten One more cut and I'll forget.
The red will replace the tears I shed. No more pain, no more fears, now go to bed.
Metal • Opuss № I