A red fluid staining the floor,
slowly dripping more and more.
A signature by me it's signed,
one more won't mind.
Random lines here and there,
how many more can i bare?
Diffrent places aching and soar,
can't count the pictures anymore.
It's no harm,
just drawing on my arm.
At least i will feel okay,
uncaring of what you'll say.
The inspiration came from you, you see,
the marking were made by me.
Sleeves, shoulder to hand,
moving on, i can't.
One colour, bloody red,
patiently awaiting the relief of death.