With Silver And Never Again

you rake silver across leather to make red, to make them scared, to make me afraid.
never again, these last days were our first, and in my hands i hold onto something i never thought i would
onto something i never thought would exist ... you made the decision for me, taking the breath out of your lung with sharp metal. i don't think i need to share with you the reason we're so dead, so ... slit your wrist
i don't think it would be okay. i'm fine where did you get that idea?
now where dreams fail to keep me asleep, i will pound my fists into your chest untill you stop this disaster.
wait for everyone to stop looking at you, i will slash my throat to drown you in my blood.
so, slit your wrist if you want to.
things will never be ok.