Razor Blade.

Ignorance is bliss.

I might be writing this with bleeding wrists.

 I should've stayed home. 

Ignorance is bliss. 

I might be writing this with death finally yelling "checkmate"!

Another game won only to put in check life's birthrate.

I might be writing this five seconds away from. . .

Four breaths away from. . .

Three heart beats away from. . .

Two late to keep this razor blade from marrying my veins . 

It seems like love has lost one.

I might be writing this with lungs on stilts on a slippery floor,

and they'll soon collapse and my soul out from that shadow that lies, floating slowly drifting further away from my mother's voice as she screams for me from the other side of  the bathroom door.

I might be almost lifeless facing up hoping that's the direction of the Heavens .

Bathing in my own velvet tears as I watch this razor blade playing my veins like a violin .

I might be writing this while a razor blade Wed veins then vow,

"till death do us part", literally.

Maybe I'll just hold my breath till death as I try to get away from this.

I should have stayed home.

Ignorance is bliss.