Up

Each little thing
Adds a new little string
Pulling me in
Every direction
I find my blades
Cause I know escape
Will come at last
With one little pass

With one swipe
Tensions will rise
Two swipes
They start to fly
Three times now
Anger goes down
More with Four
As blood spills over
And Now we've reached five
My worries float to the sky

Should I do more?
Though my worries have soared
It's just so nice...
Each little slice...
Well for now,
I'll put my blade down.

Until next time my dear, sleep well, my Love.