A sudden idea,
An impulsive moment,
A dagger.
A solemn sigh,
Whispered goodbyes,
Blood.
Carving through skin,
Silver glistening,
Against the crimson flow.
They told me not to,
But I can't seem to
Let it go.
Life is cruel,
And so I bid
My life farewell.
With my luck,
Perhaps they’ll let me
Into Hell.
