I’m in a dark room
It\'s cold
Maybe that’s the chilled knife
Being held to my throat
I know that my life is over
But it doesn’t embolden me
Its just death
Maybe my blood will pour out
Violently
At least
As it hits the carpet
I hope it begins to smolder
Burning down the house
Lonely
As it happens to be with me inside
Maybe I’d be tied up
So constricting as to not breathe
All tight and cozy
While all of my memories turn to ashes
Dusting the floor
In a dense ash