Bleeding thru my wrists....

And when the shadow of the grave
                      Slowly encompasses what i call life...
     I see the darkness come,
                      As it blots out the light........
Acknowledge the grim reaper at my door,
                  seem like eternity to bleed all out on the floor...
          To hear death come knocking at this hour,
to take away this life which is oh, so sour............

A negotiation with death!

 I decide to disappear.,
Where my weeping you will not hear,
I go and sit, and slit my wrist.
But without something sharp to use,
My heart it can take no more abuse!

A blade i find, glistening in the darkness i called life,
In my hand it feels right, cutting along, this knife.


of unconsciousness and I try to wake
Is my heart meant to be left in ache!

For the life of shame, I'll take the blame
But it wasn't her fault, I lived that way.