Suicide Fields

Walking along the razors edge,
trying, trying, trying to feel,
not every cut is a painful one.

Not a feeling, for I am numb.
cut by cut I see the skin peel,
drips of blood fall from the deep wedge.

Wishing to go back in time,
ne'er to start what I have started
to late for that, I beg forgivness.

Hours swing by as I realize my guiltiness,
Our time together now is uncharted,
The time will come, the bells will chyme.

I've found my way to the fields of mirrors,
some have past, some have the present,
Most tho' are just stained deep red.

As I walk along, blood seeps from my head,
visions of you in pain are to unpleasant,
Just hours to go, you can find me here,
hanging in the room with the bed.

My feet bound first and then my hands,
I slip my head through the noose,
kicking the chair.

Images of betraying your trust I can not bare,
I hope this is through before someone cuts me loose,
My body is dangling, but my heart was in strands.