Death

One flick of the wrists and I slice through my skin,
Bleeding again on the wet sand at my feet,
And there you stand, my reaper, hands in pockets,
Your sharp tongue carving runes on my skin.
Where you were once my salvation, my escape,
You are now the chain that keeps me on my knees,
With my arms tied together, my body bound,
But a knife in my hand to end it all...
And I can see the blood pooling at my feet,
The sand became too porous, I'm sinking deep
And I can see the light in the tunnel ahead,
I'm choking on blood, choking on all of it,
On broken promises and broken glasses,
Destroyed boxes and rusty rockets
That were going to take us to the moon, together,
But you broke my heart, destroyed my promises...
And her I am, knife in hand, begging the universe
To kill myself on this sand.