The knife

The knife is my only answer.
a glissening doorway out.
crimson blood drips from it's tip.
but i smile instead of shout.

i await judgement, eternal damnation.
knowing my fate is sealed.
so as i drift into death's soothing arms,
it is hate that i first feel!

for who is god to judge me!
a fool shunning his failed creation!
he does not hurt as i do!
he is not pained by deaths temptations!

but alas i realize that there's nothing i can do
for life is ruled by choices,
and that alone, is painfully true.