In The End

Dark poetry. The final moments of a suicide's life.

I'll fix myself with a razor blade
Erase the one mistake I know god made
I'll feed the pain so the fear will fade
It may sound sick but it's a decent trade

I shall paint for myself  a perfect world
A crimson base with a sanguine swirl
A picture of my face to show god's cruel
And Pavlov's dog 'cause I'm not a fool

I'll dream of a place where the sun would show
Where I'd go with a girl I used to know
Remember her eyes how they used to glow
With the hope of a world where her dreams could grow

But this world is dark and as dead as my heart
If we want our monsters we play the part
And paint this world with a sadistic art
That finds our hopes and tears them apart