• In your death
    From seventh grade we hailed as one
    Now its years later and you still make me feel like there is hope for me
    From your threats of kidnapping me and taking me away to threatening to give me a teddy
    All threats that will always bring me a smile
    And now I hear you are dead

    We always joked around with life and I may have taken it to far
    Even held knifes to my throat
    From our rules on cutting to my bans on drugs we held each other together
    And now you left the country to die in freedom

    The one that holds my hear orders me not to
    But then again she shattered it
    So I sit here with knifes tracing in and out of reality
    Recalling every memories with you

    Should I find you are dead will I rise once more
    And if you are dead will a knife finally find its home in my lungs
    Or will I fall in a different way
    Will I be thrown into an asylum to rot away in the hands of my enemies

    You know me in and out better then my own mother
    Be it the one who gave birth to me or the one I found in my insanity
    So be it on a train, in that all so warm spring or the high school or the bowling alley
    You found me and saw my ways
    My addictions ranging from biting people to latching on to them
    You cured me and now with your death I may be forced to cure myself

    The only way I know how
    The crescent wound
    So I wait to see if we have fallen or if we are to rise once more