Sweet Dreams

A suicide.

Sweet dreams to those souls
hushed by the sound of tiny raindrops
tap-dancing on the roofs.
Those gentle souls who,
as I slash my veins open,
sleep in warm cots, protected
from the night's darkness and its evils
by humble prayers
and selfless deeds.

Sweet dreams to you,
excomrades.
We are no longer united
by our giving hearts
for the only thing that this heart will give
is blood
which spews out onto cold tiles...
until there is no more life within me.