My Death

Who dares to see

The death of me

Splattered blood on the walls

Down the halls

I’m crawling

Bawling 

Knife sticking out of my back

One major hack

To my right ankle

Look at it dangle

Yelling for assistance 

I see someone in the distance

Starting to walk near

I get an overwhelming fear

The killer never went

He’s devil sent

Grabs me by my hair

His evil eye’s stare

Into my scared, little soul

He need to make his kill whole

Strangling me

Then he

Breaks my neck

Does his check

Success

The house is a bloody mess

Puts my blood in a vile

The the killer leaves with a smile

Running Blood

Blood runs out of these cuts,
The knife I used now shuts,
Cutting to get away from my emotional state,
Is cutting myself my very own fate?

Blood drips down to the bathroom floor,
Knife 1, Kenny 0 is the score,
3 inches, every single one on my wrists,
More blood comes out when I squeeze my fists.

In a depression over the beautiful one,
All I see is darkness, there is no sun
Aches in my body cause my heart is broken,
In my ear, the tempting devil has spoken.

Can’t stop, I just keep on cutting,
This addiction of mine is so cunning,
Will I still live after this next cut?
I’m getting a woozy feeling over my body and in my gut.

Starting to loose control, I fall to the ground,
Loss of hearing, there is no sound,
My cuts run deep inside my skin,
Self-mutilation is my number one sin.
I’ve gone out cold, there’s no stopping death now,
My light’s gone out, look at me, I showed you how,
Death’s messenger comes and puts his arm around my shoulder,My name is now in the committed suicide folder.