Feeding the Demons

I must feed these demons that tear at my soul For they hunger and thirst for my death An offering of sorts, to appease and console For they're lusting to covet my breath The skin on my wrists begin to sigh As the blade tries to comfort my veins The death angel waits, he slowly draws nigh Only a prayer for forgiveness remains The demons rejoice in lieu of their prize I can feel their claws holding tight The darkness replaces the light in my eyes I move farther away from the light The floor turning crimson, the demons now drink They grow drunk on this nectar of life Death growing closer, he stands at the brink And licks at the blood on my knife My soul starts to question this thing that I've done As it screams and begs me to wait The time of my passing has slowly begun I fear it's already too late The demons devour my last will to live And mercy fades away like a mist I gave them a gift that no man should give Though I probably won't even be missed This is just poetry, I'm not suicidal....Kinda "Poe" ish....lol