Dead

Slit my throat,
Black my eyes,
That will be,
The day i die.

My time has come,
To end this now,
Heres the time,
Ill show you how.

See that blade,
Bring it here,
Its right there,
Beside the mirror.

Now cut right there,
Make it deep,
Push it hard,
The blood will seep.

The time has come,
To do it again,
Lets go together,
My dear friend.

The blade is sharp,
Frequently used,
More and more now,
The skin is abused.

The blood is seeping down my arm,
As my eyes begging to water,
The straining of my muscles tighten
As my veins begin to slaughter.

The blood is streaming down my arm,
Looking such like a web,
In this world of misery,
Id rather soon be dead !