Last Cut

Watching the clock tick
Every minute becoming more sick
Warning it to all stop
The pain and sorrow of this life

Looking at the shelf
His life is swindling with his health
The knife just laying there
Its reflection of cutting meaningfully away

He looks away for now
Looking down at the blood soak towel
His wrist feeling his pulse
And with each pulse more blood

He feels light head
Last thing to see was red
He is slowly going
Going into his next life now

The time passes and hes gone
The pain and suffering had been so long
He lays dead on the floor
With scars up and down his wrist

This was his last cut
It made liefs door shut
And now dead in a dark room
Never giving a second thought to his action