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.