Calmly I take the knife
and press its cold blade
against my wrist
and let it rest there
Just for a moment
Closely I hold this weapon
and a sharp pain startles me
red drops of life
are falling on the floor
Crazy is the word
spinning over and over in my head
But I keep running the
sharp metal in my arm
Clear blood trickles down my skin
making a red path towards death
I slowly realise the efffect but
I am at ease, ready for the reaper to come
Cold lies her body on ths stone floor
with its once beating heart
No blood flows through it
as all feelings have stopped
Now don't you worry I'm not going to kill myself or anything; it's just poetry my darklings :))
