Sick of living
Unwilling to die
Cut
Clean
If red
Clean
Blood spurting
Dripping . . . spilling
Spilling . . .dripping
All over her new dress
Oh well it was red
Anyway . . .
Dripping . . . spilling
Spilling . . .dripping
Life draining into
An uncertain death
She won't die this time
Somebody will find her
Just wait till next time
ZODIAC
