The perfect night

* written 08/21/05

Time is running out
I cant control my feelings
any longer.
On a night like tonight
its the perfect way to die.
Theres a cool breeze creeping
in the darkness and through
the trees into the open window
of my room.
My rooms clean the bed
neatly pulled down.
The light is on beside my bed
and the blinds pulled shut.
Its quite my parents must be
asleep.
So i'll take my blade
and make the cut so deep.
I lay there with blood
into the white sheets that lay
upon my bed,
with crimson tears running
down my face.
As I lay there I have
no thoughts in my head.
Until hear your name
in my ear.
Then I think to myself
what have I done?
This was the perfect night
to die.