slasher

written 2003

Dawns falling upon the night sky
To myself I can no longer lie
What I want, I cannot get
To myself, I’ll always be in debt
There’s nothing to make up for this grief
So I’m taking this knife from its sheath
 
Trembling all over
Holding the blade against my wrist
In my mind forming a mental list
Clenching the handle
Palms sweating ferociously
As the life escapes from me
 
My last requests
Smeared with my own blood
Accusations fly
Names dragged through the mud
You sent me to doing this
You went on abusing me
And now I’ll never let you be