I feel sorrow, none to compare,
I feel no love, no one is there.
Sharp gleaming knife in my hand,
I was finally going to take a stand.
I draw it across my wrist, and then my other,
One last breath, I shall take no other.
Watching bloody life gush out of my veins,
Too many tears, too many pains.
Tears mixed with blood, a beautiful sight,
My eyes are cold and as black as night.
I dance around flinging blood on the walls,
No one around to hear my calls.
My sight darkens,
My body grows weak,
My dance and tears still running,
My blood still leaks.
Darkness has overcome my sight.
Making me cry, blurring my sight.
My soul has fled from my body,
Leaving my corpse for sleeping and rotting.