Avoid The Sun کے بول

As you turn the page with your crimson finger tips, leaving traces of red. A message typed across my redened flesh that reads forget me not. Words carved with razor blades to expose this a ransom note to myself. With my head hung low avoiding the sun. I bleed. I try. I bleed again. Words.. carved...with...razor...blades...to...expose...this...I bleed. I try. With my head hung low, avoiding the sun.