Game over, gorgeous.

The razor cuts, it slowly bleeds.
The pulse it quickens, the rate exceeds.
The soul it falters, and fades away.
The color gone, it turns to grey.
The crimson river, on the rug.
The wine and rum, in the mug.
The screaming voice, the fast paced lies.
The tourniquets, the dark black skies.
The ambulance, the bed inside.
The place where I bled, where I died.
The cries of loss, the prayers too.
The blood I gave to be with you.
The heaven sent man in my dreams.
The knife that sliced, and your screams.
The night I killed you, regretted it so.
The night you died, and now I know.
The day I commited suicide.
To hear your heart beating by my side.