As the stainless steel knife glistens,
Nobody that supposedly cares listens.
As adversaries dug clawing fangs in,
Doubts set in on where not to begin.
As the nerves break down from shaking,
The body and soul are slowly breaking.
As the confidence lies beyond repair,
A wandering mind must live in despair.
As the weapon caresses hurt body parts,
It does not care about broken hearts.
As the clock ticks down the final hour,
All this dying mortal can do is cower.
As the flesh opens up to bear it all,
Blood makes its stream in the hall.
As the funeral day draws even nearer,
Internal pain starts feeling queerer.
As the smile accumulates on the face,
It realized every minute was a waste.
As the skin turns slightly more pale,
The brain learned what it is to fail.
As pain and suffering has diminished,
Life became splendid when it finished.
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