The night sky crowded by clouds
The moon shone blood red
The smell of lightning filled the air
The presence of death is near

Chills went up and down my spine
The rain starts to pour
Like little needle at my skin
Yet I feel no pain, I shed no tears

Standing in front of me, I see myself
The person I once was and will be
I have become a stranger to myself
The person in front of me disappears

Something hard was in my hands
There was something warm and wet on my arms
I look down and saw a puddle of red blood
When did this knife get here

As I lay to die, I do not cry
Instead I think of all the pain that I have caused
I was a failure to those who I love the most
This is what is feels like to die.