Blood...

Blood...
Red and dripping from her wrist
Just a little more she thinks
It won't be missed

Blood red
Crimson everywhere
Why stop now?
There's more to share

Blood is streaming
From her wrist
Knowing that it
WILL be missed

Blood splatters
On the floor
The knife clatters
By the door

Blood spurts
From her neck
As a voice whispers
Time for death

Blood red
Crimson everywhere
She can stop now
There's no more to share