The blood

A tear drops from my eye
as i cut from left to right
a drop of blood falls from my wrist
as i watch the moon reflect its light
the clock strikes 1 then 2 then 3
as i watch time pass so slow
what will come next of me
that i will never know
the blood is slowly coming
my tears are starting to stop
theres nothing left for me to cry
the last is in this drop
the blood is coming faster now
the blood is starting to run
theres no more pain left in me
because i have succeeded in what i have done