So, this is how it ends?
A knife in my grasp,
A grin on my face,
Ecstatic to end everything.
The last color I would ever see,
I wouldn't call it red.
It's just a beautiful shade of death with
a touch of happiness.
dripping from my wrists,
from the wounds the world has permanently
engraved on me.
Farewell to all you cruel people,
Goodbye to the world.
I will never, ever miss you.