Suicidal Rhyme

The blood flows from the open wound,
The final breath can never come to soon.
Dripping slowly towards the puddle on the floor,
I just couldn't take life anymore.
Losing grip on my blood stained knife,
Escaping this hell, that was my life.

Didn't really wanna go out this way,
but I couldn't face the World for another day.
Sorry but it's the only way I saw out,
I wanted help but no-one ever heard me shout.
My body begins to go numb and cold,
To Death my souls been easily sold.

My last uttered words are few,
"God, please take my soul I give it unto you."
It all goes dark and I begin to see the Light,
Death has taken me without a fight.
I wonder if it's the eternal demon's scream,
or the everlasting land of all my dreams...