Suicide

Counting down the days till my suicide,
He treasures the fabric I'm bleeding on.
Eighty three numbers till I end my life.
He'll fold up the covers, and then I'll be gone.

Isolation becomes my fairy tale prince,
And the color red can be ignored.
But my demon rages beneath my skin.
So I stab myself at his own accord.

Take my hand as I lose control,
Forget that I'm bleeding all over your knife.
Smother me as darkness consumes my soul.
Hang me in the corner as you shut my eyes.

Eighty three seconds till you take my life,
You sleep in the fabric I died upon.
Tell them it was the suicide,
And soon the blood stains will be gone.