My blood drips like tears.
My heart feels like lead.
Yours eyes are glazed like glass.
Mouth open like a cave.
My knife is logged inside my neck like it'll make the pain fade away.
My last breath are like the wind.
Last thoughts like melting ice.
Last sights are like a misty night.
Last taste is like your skin.
Last words sound like goodbye.
Last kiss feels like the last.
And all of this feels like the past.