Im going home

Im slipping away from a tight imbrace
The safety of light seems out of place

I crave the black and relentless cold
My title as "That Emo kid" begining to unfold

I know the road that leads to dark
My skills with a blade had left its mark

My friends will notice the fresh ingravings
As i sharpen my blades with the drop of metal shavings

Bloodstained hands
Razor sharp metal
Bleeding wrists
The blood starts to settle

My hair will grow long and black
My clothes will change their tone
I changed my life to somone im not
Now, tonight, this second.
Im going home.