A sharp, poisoned dagger piercing the soul,
Delving deeper and deeper in darkness,
Falling, scratching, digging in a black hole,
Swimming in a gory, bright crimson mess.
A chilled vice squeezing the life from my heart,
Taking away the sense of wretched pain,
Impending suffering known from the start,
For hours alone in the dark I have lain.
Translucent cold fingers appeased the qualm,
Leaving short breaths to rattle like a hiss;
One last quick stab then settling into calm,
Roses' enticing aroma of bliss.
Forever broken, I take my last breath,
Embracing the final sweet kiss of death.