Again

The blood runs freely from my wrists
As I stare at the knife in my hand
It was with his death
That the flames of anguish were fanned

I look at them
Those scarlet tears
This is the only time
When a day doesn't feel like years

I watch them run
And drop to the floor
Just like all the other times
So many times before

As I watch
The flow is stemmed
By my treacherous body
May it be condemned

This is the time
When there will be no more
Now is when
I will see the door

I slice my wrist
I will not miss
Now is when
I will live again