The day I die

Every single time I cut
It is deep to the bone
The blood runs every which way
My tears drip to the floor

No one worries, not one bit
But then, not a soul knows
No one can save me from the
Day it goes much too far.

I know the day comes too soon
I will no longer be.
No one will ever miss me.
Because I will be dead.

My satisfaction from blood
Fulfills my final wish
To bathe myself in my blood
And watch the horror in the faces...

Of those watching me die.

>This poem might not make sense to you. Rhythm scheme= 7syll. 5syll. except that last two lines.<