I'm Already Dead

I sit on the ground,

And steady my head.

It doesn't really matter.

I'm already dead.


I turn my arm up,

About to begin.

The voices are silenced

As the blade digs in.



First there's a pinch

Then the blood starts to explore.

Forming little red beads,

it soon starts to pour.



I laugh at the sight.

My arm starts to burn.

The monsters inside are dying,

And they start to squirm.



The feeling goes away.

There's a pounding in my head.

There's no hope for me.

I'm already dead.