Blood

You lost me when you took the knife. I am so far gone now that I can't find my way back. I've lost the point, unable to even imagine the light. Goodbye goodbye. I can't go on. I said what you needed to hear even if I knew it was close to impossible. I am human now, unable to share your hopes and dreams. Simply incapable of existing on that premise. I choose sadness, and solitude, and pain. I've murdered my own soul. I don't exist anymore. Why did you have to do that one thing that pushed me over the edge? There's no point anymore. I can't see it. I'm giving up on finding it.