I want my death to be fast and full of pain.
I always see a knife.
Sharp and willing to help me to my death.
My death is waiting for me.
My death is always in front of me.
And is getting closer with every step that I take.
In a way I don't want it to come.
But then it wouldn't bother me none.
My death is getting closer right now.
With that knife laying there beside me on the floor.
I can't help but stare at it.
And the reflection of me that I see.
