Too tired to stand,
Alone on two feet
Hands wanting to grasp
Only to fail
Body too weak
To allow any movement
But the simple breathing
And the gazing of weary eyes
Sight [Gaze] falls upon the table
Nothing special, but [it] holds an item
A small, slender knife
Just within arms' reach
To reach outh and grab it
Was all I could long for
To end it right then and there
Bringing the blade to flesh
With loving care and caution.
And bonding, with true blood...
All I could wish
Lifeless, only breathing..
And staring.