The slits apon my wrists

I watch with a smile
as my life flows down the drain
drip by drip
this life was all just a game
the blood drizzles from my arm
and a tingle goes through me
pleasant thoughts fill my mind
of thing much to cold and dark to see
soon I can be free
to forget the curse of emotion
and worthless feeling
dizziness more pure than any potion
eyes get heavy and tired
wishing to sleep and heal
but the body is hyper and wired
the pain dulls another
and frees from all other thoughts
as they flow down the drain
soon I will be something that rots.
The slits upon my wrists
generous to flow
now my consciousness leaves
so goodbye I have to go.