Red stickiness flows like a waterfall
Pulsing waves of life escape me.
Lights sparkling and tinkling brightly.
Vision blurred as eyelids droop
Death wears a crimson robe.
Icy grips upon my wrists
as death places a kiss upon my lips
My last breath stolen
Last wish never heard.
My body lay limp in a tub full of blood.
Both wrists slit through every vein
Across the femoral artery a deep red rain.
No more feelings,
No more pain.
I will never breathe again.
In deaths embrace i now belong.
Resting peacefully i sing deaths song.
Everything is right
Nothings wrong
As my ghost stands by looks on.
I took my life by suicide
And deathwill forever be by my side.
Four slashes with a beautiful knofe
And successfully i took my life.
Death to one self to give birth to the other.
Just as someone else dies for the life of another.
Selfless acts of kindness from strangers spread love.
Like God's precious gifts rain down from above.
My inner self died and Creativeness lives
So my death increased my literary skill.
Inside suicide I'm my own creation
Birthed from the gashed and epidermal lacerations.
Life is through the creative gate.
The inner writer was born by the outer mans death.
Ace V. Loon