XXxSuicidexXx

The moon is high,
and I'm about to die.
I'm about to slip away into the night,
while no one is in sight.
I have been thinking about this for a long time,
I have been flipping a dime.
Choosing which way to die,
then i sigh,
and start to cry.

I pick up the knife,
and start to slice.

I slice right.

I slice left.

I slice up and down.

I stop and stare,
at what I've done.
I stop and stare,
at the blood,
as it falls to the rug.

I start to get dizzy,
and start to see red.
I fall back onto my bed.
I know I'm about to die,
so all I can do is cry.
Then I fall into a sleep,
a sleep, I will never wake up from.....