Death upon a morning kiss
Dreams of life I will not miss
Razors edges are all that I wish
Pressed against my bleeding wrist
Crimson red, flowing blood
Stained by tears upon my rug
I hold these blades with desire
Hopping my life will soon expire
I see my veins pumping away
Franticly trying to make me stay
No! You can’t! I want to leave!
I won’t let you send that blood I need
I see you trying to hold on
But I must go! It’s all I know!
Depression, sadness, anger, humiliation
I see them as blades and an open invitation
To escape this tragic life I lived
To be released from feelings I have felt since a kid
Love, friends, and a family
Only things I could pray for from a god that’s so abandoning
So the prayers stop, the tears became anew
A Faith was lost and hopes fell threw
A demolished child of ill favor
A lone spirit set free looking down on his now dead savor