Soon It Will Be Over
Dark grey thunderclouds
Suffocate the blue sky
Harsh winds blow
My hair around my face.
It's bitterly cold
But I don't feel the sting.
My thoughts are elsewhere.
The clouds threaten rain
But what do I care.
The first icy droplets of rain fall.
They fall harder
And hit me like frozen bullets.
But I don't notice.
Even if I did
What could I do to stop it?
Nothing. So why bother?
Lightning shoots through the sky,
The light reflecting
Off the silver metal of my knife
I put the knife to my wrist,
Make the first insertion
It hurts but why should I care?
I press harder,
Blood trickles from the cut
Soon the pain will be over, at last
More blood, more pain
Soon it will be over
Eyes haze, feel faint
Soon it will be over
Fall to stone floor
Soon it will be over
Eyes close, pains gone
Now I know its over