In my own words

Slip my tongue along the silent edge of a knife
Watch as the crimson soaks the floor
Absolution lies in the darkness that lives in your eyes
All light is absorbed and no reflection given
Salvation is not given if there is no solution to this judgement

Scaffolded by the concrete and steel that frames this mind
Born of industry walking tall in the smokestacks that rape the sky
Silent sentinel fingers of hope that dream away the landscapes
Is there a need to understand the tangled abandonment that drips of sorrow
All I need is a moment to bleed on my own