The End

the lights are growing dim

i am cold and i’m afraid

my life is leaking slowly

from the holes that i have made;

this is my end

the veins that i have chosen

will never ever mend

nothing in the distance

the beginning of the end;

this is my end

past the point of no return

i am scared i cannot lie

in fearful awe of what lies beyond

but not afraid to die;

this is my end

in the overwhelming darkness

my existence starts to fade

freed from life by selfish spite

and a rusty razor blade;

this is my end