The fascination of my red stained wrists,
Of the blood red line that silver blade makes.
A deep gash of blood which satisfies me,
And of the snippet of life which time takes.

The clock ticks away, it's almost my time.
I nearly hesitate, but time can't stop.
My life before my eyes; a silent chime.
I don't regret a thing as my heart drops.

The day turns to night. I become nothing.
I fall into a black abyss; its dark.
My body falls down, I wasn't bluffing;
As it hits the ground; see my bloody smirk.

The cruelness of life; I can't make the climb.
The clock ticks away, it's almost my time.