This blood drips swiftly, all upon this floor,
I try to get up but I slip and hit my head on this tile, and
begin to bleed even more,
It is hard to take,
   My sight is very faint,
My body feels so weak,
I try to scream for help, but I cannot speak,
Every time I try to get up, I slip or my body gives in,
But this is my consequence for my sins,
What I tried to do, as I put the gun against me cheek,
I heard a loved one scream in which the voice sounded so
sweet,
So I turned my body at the same time as I pulled the
trigger,
I fell to the floor and could barely see a dark figure,
Standing in front of the back of my mind,
It was telling me that this is my time,
I made this mistake and because of this in the spiritual
world I shall haunt,
For attempting to kill myself, but now I will succeed, not
in the manner want,
But still it will happen, I will soon be dead,
This is the ending punishment, my essense disenegrates, as I
bleed out of the back of my head.