Requiem of the Knife

I stare at the blade as it slices my wrist
A pool of red relief
Crimson tears pour from my veins
Soul scarred beyond belief

Darkness flooding my dangerous mind
Gone my worthless life
Tears collect, roll down my cheek
Requiem of my knife

All my blood pours out of me
I wonder, what was it for?
I lay and wait for my demise
Fall down, and breathe no more.