My vision begins to fade.
All concepts of reality are gone.
The blood rushes down the blade.
I feel as if I can no longer live on.

The blood pools,
collecting on the ground.
I am now one of the ghouls.
My soul's lost, nowhere to be found.

Truly, it is painful,
knowing I'll never again feel.
No, staying would be fatal.
Leaving would be ideal.

I thought you were my angel.
Turns out, you were my guide to hell.
You were there as I fell,
You were there, ringing the bell.

My vision begins to fade.
All concepts of emotions are gone.
Why reach for the blade?
There is no more of me to harm.

I doubt you will care,
but now, I'll live my life in despair.