Nothing To Gain By Micheal Myers

 Psss If who ever reads this feels the need to cut themselfs know this I am not to be held responsible because you read this
Nothing To Gain
But Pain
That Flows Like Rain
The Knife doing The Deed
That Makes My Arm Bleed
When I cut to deep
The Blood begans to seep
Waiting for the Reaper
As The Cuts Get Deeper
I Do Not Want To Cry
I Want To Die
My Life Was In A Rut
With But One Last Cut
I had Not Cried
But Simply Died
As the blood ran from the floor
To The Door
My Last thought was red
And Then I was Dead