My Path, that I don't Dwell on;

I look at my reflection,
I look at my hand,
I smear the blood on the mirror
I fall from my stand...
My eyes are heavy now,
A crimson puddle spreads across my bathroom floor,
I have never felt this way before,
I am cold now.
My vision is gone,
My breath is deep and slow,
But my fear, none of this I show,
I will drift off anon...
My breath is lost,
My heart is nearing its end,
My life, I try not to fend,
My fate I did not dwell on,
For this, I tossed,
I threw it away,
Far from here
The angel's choir,
Will stop them from being able to hear!
I am now dead,
For this is the path that I was led.