Bloody Handprint

Lower yourself, down into the bathtub
Determination burns behind your eyes
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Are you ready?

Go
It starts here
The scratches you've made
The addiction, now crave

Your bloody handprint, slapped across the walls
No one cares, no one's looking
Help! You scream...
Your bloody handprint, alone

Because you didn't have any time to lay the other soaked in crimson
Upon the wall
You were dragged to hell, by your ankles
Claws digging into your skin, blissfully, for you're sinful

Let's walk from the start, down this road of hollowness
Your empty shell, is cold
Your last sense of warmth was that bloody handprint, stained on the walls
Smudges, from where you pleaded, to where you sank in defeat

They tell us to use our words, but not all of us have a voice
We've been beaten mute
We can't feel ourselves, so how will we feel our tongues forming the words?
We won't, unless someone loves the sound into us again.