Blood

I didn't do anything.
Now, the depression will expand.
It's just taking over me.
My body is entranced.

It's moving my limbs,
Showing I'm just a puppet.
It rips out my heart,
Puts it out and just drops it.

But what can I do,
But watch what it does.
How it cuts and leaves marks
Up and down my arms.

See the red liquid fall,
How it looks so thick?
That's because it is.
It's my blood that has fallen.

It's still got the knife,
And it hasn't stopped yet.
Now, it's reaching up and out.
I think it's going for my neck.