Entranced by it,
the crimson colour,
running down my palm,
the thick liquid,
enthralling me.
The soothing pain,
in my heart,
a far greater match,
than the cut,
dwelling deep down,
deeper than my secrets.
That exquisite feeling,
the ease in my mind,
of not being me,
the lightness in my chest,
of having no more burden,
and that immense pleasure,
of leaving this world
could not be described,
any more better.

-Sp