PoeticBiscuit

Final Words

Cut my wrists and let my blood bleed onto the paper like ink,

Speak only the truth, not all these lies I’m forced to think,

Let all that I am flow from out my veins,

Show the world all the secrets I’ve lost within my brain,

Till every ounce of blood has coated the paper in crimson,

Use my last dying breath to get people to finally listen.