Chapter 11 - The Knife

I find the knife, from behind the couch,
I take it's blade, taste him in my mouth,
Soon we both shall be as one,
I thrust it in, so [f]uckin dumb.
But how else can I remove the pain,
Replace it with a bloody stain,
It takes my thoughts only for a while,
Then they return, a growing pile.

Existing wounds are opened up,
In my leg, a new knife cut,
Work together to make me bleed,
Long enough and I can leave.
My dreams of death cannot come true,

My blade now pressed against my gut,
This familiar feeling, should I make the cut?
But this is different, this time I'll die,
My vital organs, their blood I'll cry.

The blade is out, he glistens proud,
So keen, so eager to please this crowd,
A crowd of one, that one is me,
Tonight will be the end for he.
I press it firm against my skin,
A little harder and it slides in,
No pain, god damn, not to fear,
A patch of blood will grow right here.