I eye the blade I borrowed from work

Guilty that I will not be able to return it

But I am not the thief

I eye the blue rivers in my arms

The channels are an environmental disaster

They run through a toxic waste dump

Feed it life

I feel the hate

I hate those who thieved from me

I hate myself for leaving the shop unattended

Bitter hate

I hope you feel it from there

Slice like a skilled surgeon

Suck the life through the blue straws

Levee has burst

Detoxify this mass

Give me the purity I seek

Crimson tide washes over my arm

Over my body

Over my soul

Crimson tears for a bloodied life

Crimson stream to let it all go

Why must my only saviour be death?