My Suicide

Again I slide my blade through my pale skin Blood flows freely from my wrist Cuts are scattered across my body Despair darkens my soul Empty eyes stare back at me from the mirror Fear of what I am becoming wracking my body Gripping my arms to stop an endless flow of crimson Hearing sobs in the distance I then realize they are coming from me Just as soon as I realize this my knees buckle Knowing that I am broken beyond repair Love will never visit one as broken as me My hands leave my wrists Now I just let the blood flow Once upon a time I had hope Perhaps if I live I will again Quietly Death is coming upon me Rushing to comfort my broken soul Soothing the pain from my heart and body Taking me in his warm embrace Unlike the living Death gives a safety I have never felt Very slowly a smile spreads across my face With arms open wide Death excepts my broken soul "Xenagogue lead me home" "Yes child suffer no more, Zoetic you are not"