A collaborative effort of Sacrifice Theory and MourningStar2002.
Posted with permission from the band Tears of Pain.
My Last Chance
Suicide, my one last chance,
One last hope.
The knife is here, in my hand.
I just need to use it.
It’s my last dance.
One last time on the floor,
Dancing to the beat.
Blade so clear, so cold, so welcoming,
Calling to me.
Wrist exposed,
Tender skin stretched taut over fleshy meat.
Carving begins, first cut is so addicting.
Can’t stop now.
Row after row, blood drips on the carpet,
Sorry for the mess, mom.
Blood to the surface, running clear as night.
The red on white, such a perfect sight.
Emotions have left me, my mind is drifting.
Feelings of peace starting to come.
Air slowly leaving, I can feel it escaping.
My lungs in my chest, muscles tightening.
I’m drowning.
Slide the blade across my throat,
The game is over,
I’ve finally lost
END SONG