How I Killed Myself

The keenness lent to wrong belief
I thought the blade was cutting deep
(The mind it plays to cause deception
Except in times of retrospection)

The blood a boring simple trickle
Down my neck around my nipple
Ever slower left my chest
Upon my belly stopped to rest

Life it did not pass my eyes
Or futures still unrealized
Only dreams of vacant trances
Soothing peace my brain enhances

The second time a little stronger
The path of scarlet ever longer
Around my feet accumulating
Standing smiling suffocating

Apparent look of shock I had
Once naked now in crimson clad
I closed my eyes to look around
Saw nothing and made no more sound.