The Meaning of a Minute

As the minutes pass
and the clock slows
my severed veins bleed
as the stained knife glows

Splatters of blood
reflect in the mirror
not razor nor gun
can bring about fear

My tainted black heart
struggles to beat
this life I have sewn
soon will be reaped

I struggle to breathe
my lungs barely swell
I taste the sweet air
Farewell, a life of hell

I wipe my eyes
I kiss each wrist
One final goodbye
To a world I wont miss