She makes a cut so deep
The pain she can’t believe
Her vision is blurring
Her world is stirring
The blood pools on the ground
Her whimper is the only sound
It’s what manages to escape
They will be too late
She’s already turning cold
The razor she still holds
It’s slipping from her grasp
Her life isn’t going to last
She slips into a state of dreams
And lets out one final scream