Keep My Pieces

Sharpened knife,
I lay aside,
The work now done,
Loosing the hold now,
On life...

But pick it up I do again,
And start to cut,
Cut.. My limbs...
Straining from,
This new pain...

Life I'm loosing,
but death I gain...

In my bathroom,
Bloody walls,
The wings,
Flying my heart,
Are shattered,
About to fall...

Reaching for the doorhandle,
To see my family one last time,
Crying because,
I could never cry,
Are these crystal tears, really mine?

Rest assure,
The Devils kingdom,
I have longed,
To tour...

Lying on this cold, cold floor,
Pulling my body,
With little strength,
Towards the door...

Knowing now, I cannot make it,
Pulling myself into the bathtub,
To make it look accidental,
Trying to fake it...

Running the water,
Is all turning red,
Cutting off,
One by one,
My fingers,
So faster I get to be dead...

Fingerless me...
Find them...
Keep them in a bottle...
Those lost pieces of me...