The world is overwhelmed with sickness and darkness.

I no longer wish to be part of this unholiness.

I'll end it all with a knife so sharp it whistles in the wind.

Of all ways to die a blade will be my end.

Where there was once a pen a knife is now in its place to take on the task of erasing a life and finally end this never ending race. 

With one quick slice the life pours out of my veins.

No fear, no anger, only resting in peace remains.