Standing silently...the room is dark
The razor is in front of me like a beacon.
It comes slicing through the air cutting
and slashing as it goes.
I feel my flesh
turn to ribbons.
Blood trickles to the floor.
*drip* *drip* *drip*
A pool forms at my feet.
*drip* *drip* *drip*
A fire rages through me
*drip* *drip* *drip*
I feel air quickly rushing past me.
I feel the sting of the of stone hitting me.
Looking to the side, I see blackness setting in.
No tears for me to cry, no regrets for me to face.
This is my suicide.
