The Final Trip, a Dark Poem

Before you read this, let me say this is not what I'm feeling or going to attempt. This is just creative writing; one of my many styles and types I rarely do. And now I present to you, THE FINAL TRIP (a dark poem) suicidal thoughts creeping in, the razors edge is my helping friend, we take a trip up the river, along the way I feel a rush of cold n I began to shiver, the trip stops n everything I see becomes a haze, paleness lays upon my face, and with each last breath I hear the footsteps of death, now everything becomes dark, the only sound I hear is the fading beat of my heart THUMP THUMP THUMp THUmp THump Thump thump thum thu th__________________________________________________.