"THE CUTTER"

THE SILVER SHINNES BRIGHT IN YOUR HAND
ANOTHER KNIFE FOR YOUR WRIST
YOU WERE LEFT FOR ANOTHER 
THE CRIMSON BLOOD STAINS YOUR KNIFE
YOU CRY OUT 
NOT IN PAIN BUT IN SADDNESS
WHY THE FU** DID YOU DO THIS TO ME 
YOU SCREAMED AS YOU CUT DEEPER 
YOU DROP THE BLADE AND SOB IN A DARK CORNER 
WHY WHY WHY YOU CONTINUE TO SCREAM 
AND THEN IT'S OVER 
THE WORLD GOES DARK 

YOUR FAMILY STANDS AROUND YOUR GRAVE FOR THE LAST TIME
LOOKING AT THE WORDS THEY CHOOSE FOR YOUR GRAVE 
ANOTHER STUPID CUTTER