These whispered words fly by my ear
I soon know them, though I can't hear
These evil thoughts float threw my head
I know, I will, soon meet the dead
I whisper to my lover, death
The pain might be quicker, if held by meth
My wrists will bleed, blood flows down to the floor
A tightened lock, holds in place the door
My lover, caresses, my determined face
Here, with life, I will not find my place
I find a knife, a sweet words I hear
For my knife, my friend, its dear
I will feed her urge, her hungry throat
And soon she may urge to gloat
For her ridges, took a life
My only friend, my dearest knife
My razor too, watches the scene
For his pain, is torture and mean
It just keeps the pain following this course
And in its torture, it shows no remorse
But my dearest knife, my only friend
Will be there with me, when I meet the end....
