Drain It.

This curse in my veins.
This cherry red curse coursing through.
I'd be better without.
So I drain myself with a blade.

This Sorrow in my heart.
I can't live without.
But it locks me up.
So I drain it with a blade.

This hatred in my mind.
I want to live without.
But letting go isn't an option.
So I drain it with a blade.

And after all this draining ends,
I can not deal without.
So I drain it.
With a Blade.