Deathwish

Kill me blissfully and slow,
Let the blade slide accross my skin,
Teasing the hairs on my arms,
Not wanting to let go.

The knife held tightly in hand,
Stopped fluttering over my body,
Above my wrist it will stay,
It will finally land.

The glorious stainless steel,
So clean and unknown to skin,
Landing tiredly on my wrist,
This cut will not heal.

Screaming with the delight,
As the blood streams out,
Running down my shaking arm,
I clench my fist tight.

A dizzy spells overcomes me,
The darkness traps my scream,
I am dying alone,
Now I know I am finally free.