Dig The Knife Deeper

I see the cut turn black,
And my energy lack.
The Knife digs deeper,
Like a night creeper.
I feel my cut sting,
And my heart swing.
The Knife digs deeper,
Then the hill grows steeper.
I taste the blood on my tongue,
And there they clung.
The Knife digs deeper,
And it's made me a seeker.
I hear the drip of blood,
Now it mixes with the mud.
The Knife digs deeper.
I see the world spin before me,
And I think it can't be.
But you reach out your hand,
And help me to stand.