My wish to live is resigned.
Let me die, change my fate.
My pact with Satan is signed.
My death will come, for it I await.

The shining blade
Will bring me freedom.
I imagine the cascade
Of Heaven's white kingdom.

Day by day
The time flies by.
To myself I say
Soon I will die.

I tell my friends, the closest two,
Of my terrible pact.
They tell me not to
So I tell them a fact.

My life on Earth
Has been a living Hell.
Existence has no worth
So I will end it in a bloody yell.

I smile and admit
I await my wonderful fate.
The blade will make a perfect slit.
I cannot wait.

I run to my house
And I shut my door.
My urge for death, I cannot douse.
I cannot wait anymore.

I search for the leather case
I find it laying on my armoire.
I open it and see my face
Glimmering in a pointed metal bar.

I reach for it
The magic silver blade.
For my wrists to slit
It is perfectly made.

I remember all
The times I was dissed.
As I lay the sharpened saw
To my wrist.

All my life I've been on guard,
But now I have some friends.
My life is still kind of hard,
But should I bring it to an early end?

I have to make this right.
I move the knife.
I decide that tonight
I will not take my life.

But if I ever slit
My wrists and die,
Will you ever quit
And wonder why?