Sweet Bane

I pick up my steel cold friend,

Never to see another day again,

Drop the blade onto my wrist,

Pulling it sharply, with a twist,

Skin separates, a small line of blood,

A tiny river turning into a flood,

A few more cuts just like the first,

Deeper and deeper, my life is cursed,

On my other wrist I cut the vein,

Mmm hot blood, my sweet bane,

Palms are covered in the river of red,

Hand prints now staining my bed,

Sight getting hazier by the seconds,

I can feel death, to me she beckons,

The beat of my heart turns to a weak pulse,

Where were you when I needed you the most?

You said you would hold me when I bled,

You weren't there and now I'm dead.