Cutting Lines

SP: hmm...

I sit in my room

Razor gripped tightly in my hand

Adrenaline rush.

It moves to my skin

I feel it cut, blood rushes

From veins, to the floor.

The cuts get deeper,

My screaming cuts the night air

The pain is purpose.

More blood hits the floor,

Strength is drained from me,

I can't think anymore.

I need to be free,

To be away from the lies.

I bring it down,

To the final blood vessel,

I fall to the floor.

I lie, without sound,

Not a single breath is heard,

I lie there, in death



~Suicide Phantom~