Dead Boys Poem

As my tears turns red my cuts are deep.
Sorrow and anguish fill my soul my essence my life's blood drains away.
My writs cry for you.
No longer do I feel pain as my life drains away.
this withered husk dries and blows away.

Tears of red, night into day as my life's blood drains away.
Now I' am on the path to decay, thoughts of you wither and die away.
As my tears turn red my cuts are deep death is welcome at the end of today