My Corpse

Give me a knife but don’t follow

I’m cold and slowly bleeding out

It’s hard information for you to swallow

but you didn’t hear my screams and shouts

You might know, a sensitive matter, you might know

That I have committed a suicidal act

Slashed my pale wrists, I want to go

I am oozing out and that is the fact

The harsh time is going exceedingly slow

Shivering and cold to my freezing core

Blood glistening, pooling around my body

Leaving my corpse on the cold floor

A bloody spectacle for everybody

to see.