oh sweet little blade

oh sweet little blade

why so melancholy my dear?

nobody likes their job

but its time to get to work 

you dance along my skin like song

creating notes and symphony sheet music

art never came from happiness

greatness never came without pain

you get the job done

alas the pain has not left me

but reconstructed a new form of pain

ah a distraction

and with the beauty of dark crimson lines

after the bloods been cleaned up

you take my mental pain into consideration

and give me physical pain instead