Suicidal Tendencies

The sharp bite of the silver man
Is something I've missed for so long. 
Something so right yet so wrong. 
Something that makes me belong. 

The smooth dance of the red lady
Is something I have not felt in a while. 
Something that leads me to smile. 
Something that ends in denial. 

The bite of the blade and dance of the blood,
Are something that I must peruse. 
Something so long overdue. 
Something he said not to do.