Suicide Galore

The moon shines off the metal, i can taste it on my skin.
Let the world take notice, the scars never end.
Like a point on a line, forever and infinity,
you told me a lie, you told me you loved me...

The reflection of my face, shines off both windows,
as the razor slides off my skin the blood glitters and gleams,
as it tears across my skin at my veins nerves and seams.

Blood trickles down my veins and onto the floor,
i wait for it to stop so i can start again once more.
The door knocks and rattles,my tears come and go,
the simple nice smell soon fills the room,
the fraqrance of tears,blood and pain ill asume.

So life won't end tonight, but the seconds go by,
before i come and go and let go to die...
a noose hanging down, a gun on the floor.
A razor a knife suicide galore...