It didn’t hurt a bit…
Red on my robe
Red on my fingers
Red on my body
Red that still lingers
Blood was the reason
I thought it was just a stain
You slit my throat; it felt so right
And I could hardly feel the pain
It feels so right
To be ripped apart
By the one you love so much
From whom you can’t, otherwise, part
My life was leaving me
And so were you in a way
My love had stabbed me
Yet it all seemed so okay
I stretched my hands to reach you
You just didn’t bother to care
You just kept looking on till I die
And my blood spread everywhere
You were there till my eyes closed
You were there till my last breath
I lay there like the lifeless log
Yet, I was ‘celebrating’ my death
Yes, I was ‘celebrating’ my death
The kind only love could cause
Love that turns your life into a symphony
And ends it with an immortal pause
It’s just this pause that sometimes hurts
Cos it means I have to stop trying
It wasn’t a first; you’ve stabbed me before
And the pain seemed so familiar when I was dying
You’d stabbed me with your words and deeds
When I kept on trying
You made me feel the pain everyday
No wonder, it didn’t hurt when I was dying
