The knife falls, to the floor of his room
His face contorts, with the pain of the strike,
As the blood begins to run down his arm
In small, warm droplets,

It's one more drop, away from life,
It's one more drop, closer to death,
It's one more drop, from all he has left,
It's one more drop, away from humanity.

The blood flows, from the open wound
His hand moves, to wipe it off,
As the blood runs down, after each mark made
In larger droplets yet,

It's one more drop, away from life,
It's one more drop, closer to death,
It's one more drop, from all he has left,
It's one more drop, away from humanity.

After everything I've done,
After Everything I've been,
After all the crimes that I've committed,
Do I deserve to be a human anymore?