Suicidal Lane

My heart pounds
For the sound of your voice
The feeling of your soft touch
The scent of your sweet fragrance
The gentle sensation of your lips touching mine
The mere image of your heavenly beauty
Yet, I shall never feel, taste, smll, hear, or see those things
For I have lost you
I dwell in pain.
For you can see,
I have but one razor
it is plain,
Tonight,
I am traveling,
Down the Suicidal Lane.
It is not my choice
However it seems
Life is unbearable
Without the sight your beauty gleams
I loved thee with all my heart
But I shall die, because i'm falling apart
There's no point,
That I can see,
To keep living,
In agaony
Without thy feeling of my true loves bliss
I have but nothing, than the razor blades kiss
Stinging, cold, slit
Horizontel up my wrist
I bid my love farewell
For I have dwelled, too long, in pain
I shall wait for thee
My love
At the end,
Of the Suicidal Lane