The morning fog,

Blending everything from sight,

Everything just feels so right,

Nobody knows,

I kept bleeding the whole night,

Ah! What a beautiful sight,

Blood streams gushing down my arms,

Cutting not allowed in our norms,

Fog that hides my scars,

Nights that pushes me far,

Fog and Night are my only friends,

Full of pain and miseries are these lands,

To seek refuge,

Or go insane?

Ah what a beautiful sight,

The morning fog or the wrists bandaged tight?

Its up to you to decide.