See the light?
(chill that's enough poem right there... bout to write another...)
A knife to one's wrist give you your desert.
Blood red artichokes.
Forgive me for feeding you.
Feeding you sin.
Feeding you, sin.
So who's the sinner?
The loser or the winner?
Depends on who's wrist was cut.
To live or die is only one decision of many that life has to offer.
Decide on your choices...