It comes to me in waves,
As my life ripples on the floor.
Crimson, devoid of shape,
Nothing can hurt me anymore.
As my tainted life leaks,
Through the single slit your words made.
My dark fading world reeks,
Of daisies instead of your blade.
I'm drifting into a trance.
Like a solar storm indulged in dance.
It's the moment of glory,
As I end my wretched story.