Tomorrows Sorrows

This knife, it yearns, to stab through my chest,
To go through my skin, my muscle, my breast,

Till it gets to my heart, it pokes it with glee.
Slowly, suddenly, I start to bleed.

The blood, it's warm, as it runs down my body.
Thinking of you, my heart, it is throbbing.

I can't feel the pain anymore, I am numb,
As I drop to my knees and shout "God here I come"

The last thing I think, I see, I scream
Is you and your face on my computer screen.

I fall to the floor and close my eyes
This is it, I am about to die.

I fight it until I'm weak and can't take anymore,
so I give up, and I'm lying, dead on the floor.