Pain is a part
of my everyday life.
Another part
- this is my knife.

You stab my heart
I cut my arm,
a broken heart,
not feeling warm.

I watch my blood,
I'm satisfied.
I love my blood
- and terrified.

Why do I cry?
I should smile.
But I cry
because I'm sad.

I say I'm happy,
my smile is fake.
I'm not happy
- I want a lake.

They say I'm psycho
'Cause I like death.
I'm not psycho
- death nevertheless

The greeting darkness,
the wonderful hardness,
the perfect sharpness
and heartfelt warmness.

I like death
- no, I love death
hi there, death.
"welcome" -death