• Cutting my wrists with a razor so dull and rusty,

    the smell so enticing and musty

    The blood flows down my arm,

    I don't even care if I am doing myself harm!


    The darkness around me and all my evil thoughts

    that my tormented heart has bought,

    of flesh, blood, and rot!

    The true side of suicidal thought!


    The blood so red and hot is spilling out,

    I smile wanting to laugh out loud!

    I watch the pool of red grow all around me,

    I don't even care that I am dying!


    My eyes are bleeding tears of blood,

    of hatred and not of love!

    Everything I see turns red,

    a sign that means I soon be dead!


    Now my corpse lies on the floor,

    with a puddle of blood flowing out my door.

    I look down and see upon my face,

    a smile not of pleasure, but a frown of disgrace!