Carve your name into my skin. The lacerations open as she drags the glass down my arm, Leaving the shard stained in blood. The air grows cold. I couldn't bear it. Stained in blood. I couldn't bear it. The air grows cold. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear reality. In this empty house, slowly bleeding out. Her tongue caresses the open wound, I feel her hands wrap around my neck. Her tongue caresses the open wound, I feel her hands wrap around my neck. Her tongue caresses the open wound, I feel her. Bringing a sense of stillness, The wind passes through the broken window above As I suffocate to death.