Crimson and Regret

The steel feels my skin,
sharp edge fleeing to my end,
blade caressing.
Releasing a line of tears,
blood accepting the razors grace;
swiftness of my weakness
crimson is all I see.
The rush of the blade is all I feel,
pain racing to my end,
blood streaming from my heart;
my voice won’t go far,
you’ll never hear,
I love you....
From me, again