The actions are as they follow
First, a deep, hollow swallow
Then, the positioning
The ice cold metal, glistening
A prayer to end it quickly
Your words are spoken sickly
Palms forming beads of sweat
As you sit at the end of your bed
The stage is now set….
Eyes are squinted shut
As you make that deadly cut
A razor sharp scream
Your blood starts to gleam
Covering your white bedsheets
They can hear you on the streets
Mother comes running for you
Too late now — your death is true
Tears drowning your pale corpse
For that slice ended your blood’s course…
An orchestra at your funeral
Your father puking in the urinal
The pastor reads your written will
And discovers your intention to kill
Yourself
Your mind
Your strength
Your pride
The last step of suicide
It is yours to decide…
(Let me know what you think, if you wish…)