Death just can’t come too soon,
While razor’s edge does charm me like the moon.
Drip after drip of my very own blood,
Dropping to the floor, surrounding me in a flood.
A drop for you, and one for every tear I’ve cried,
I can’t do it now, I’ve already tried.
I’m done now, I can’t take this anymore,
As I drop, my body positions itself on the stone cold floor.
Then darkness overcomes me,
As only death I now can see.
