Darkness

One night

Without the moon

Black as

Coal

The urge

Becomes real

The knife

Sharpened steel

The cold blade

Sending shivers

Down into

My very core

As I gaze at

The moonless sky

Blade poised

Ready to slash

Nothing left

No regrets

Everyone having

Forgotten

The stars slowly

Disappear

As the blade

Draws across

Flesh

And the blood

Pools around

Where I sit

Looking up at

The sky

With the stars

Fading

My vision

Blurring

Time

Slowing

I realize

The permanent

Answer

Was the

Wrong

Answer