Blood, scars and blades
All of the light fades
Glazed eyes see no more
Through the skin it tore
A rusted razor
Held their favour
A kitchen knife
To end their life

Suicide was on their mind
A little note was left to find
Something like this it read:
I’m guessing now you found me dead
To you who laughed at what you’ve done
Live knowing that you’ve won
But my blood stains your palm
Now take it easy, keep your calm
This isn’t my last farewell
Cause I’ll be seeing you in the depths of hell!