The blade

It sits there taunting me,dancing from end to end,
promising me that it will always be my friend.
Stained in crimson, colored by my pain,
each time opening a brand new vein.
I'll just do a little one, not to deep at all,
Shit! too deep, and then the blood starts to fall.
Towels, I must stop it before its to late,
hmm, on second thought maybe I should just wait.
Whats a few more drops of blood, a little more release,
my mind for once is at complete and total peace.
Okay! thats enough its time to stop it,
No! more, just a little bit.
I shiver and fall back against the door,
Sliding down, blade in hand I hit the floor.
The rooms begins to cool, and the lights start to dim,
this is a war I have no intentions to win.
Yawn, i'm tired maybe ill just rests my eyes,
Damn, turns out this friend was only full of lies.