• Cut your arms
    Slit your wrists
    Hold your blood
    In your fists
    Let it flow in a line
    Blowing kisses red as wine

    Beating, throbbing of your heart
    Tangled, broken, falling apart
    You try repair and it fails
    Tears seek refuge from your ails
    Look away from friendly eyes
    Demons speaking easy lies

    Running from your deadly fears
    Hoping death will stop your tears
    Broken beyond helpful hands
    Dying despite loving demands

    This death is yours
    A mortal end
    Befitting of a tortured friend
    Perhaps there was a better way
    To end yourself, to leave the fray.