Only Pain To Please

How wonderful the knife seems
So powerful and tame
To my chest I squeeze the rugged thing
and thrust without a shame

My pain slowly seeping from the rosy red blood, I now begin to see
Death was no aim of mine
Just a shallow foolish dream

My skin begins to burn
and I repent what I have done, I wish it would heal
But alas again no luck

My blood surrounds me, my mind comes to ease
and with seconds to spare,
I wish for life to bear
But to far down I went, much like a sacrifice

Death wanted in life
Life wanted in death
No way can I be pleased
For every fathom of what I want
There is only pain to please.