breaks in tearing up the skin cant run while splitting open bells will start to ring blood will stain it wont restrain the bleeding of your veins wont wash off with the rain alone it wont be how ill end in their company my thoughts will allow me to pretend that someway ill remain not ravenous for pain or passionate for the sharpened knife no cutting through the way breaks in tearing up your skin cant run while splitting open bells will start to ring alone it wont be how youll end with their company your thoughts will allow you to pretend that someway  youll remain not ravenous for pain or passionate for the sharpened knife no cutting through the way contained under the skin there is a universe to spill its parts just means that you have lived your day stained your white shirt bleed 