demise

Blood on the ground blood on the wall
With this last drop of blood i begin to fall
Slicing and dicing cutting and ripping
My self worth gets less and my pride is stripping
Closing the eyes as the weakness sets in
Hoping and hoping this will b the end
As the pool grows bigger i hope to die
With my last ounce of strength i cry out WHY!?
Death comes to thee who has cut theyself
What is worth the life of human wealth