As I lay here, death come upon me,
He whisper to me of sweet happiness
And looks down to where my vein will soon bleed.
He show me a way to get out of this mess.
He holds up the knife and flaunts it to me
His fingers slide to the very sharp blade
And places it in my hand in much glee.
I drift off into happiness He made.
He close my eyes and leads me away
And for once I can smile and be me.
For once I can say I had a good day.
He has me stop and see who's inside me.
I'm frightened and don't realize the dripping.
And let go of the knife I've been gripping.