The shine of the blade,
The slice of a knife,
What a double- edged sword,
to end a depressed life

The magnificent red liquid,
Falling to the floor,
What a glorious night,
To knock on hell's door

No whimpers or pleads,
No hello's or goodbyes,
No regret or sorrow,
Not even a cry

My heart is replaced,
With a dark, miserable hole,
That once had held,
A daring soul

For I have seen,
The reality of life,
Soon to be ended,
By a beauitful knife