Just check it! (prose)
 

Blood to the head, it rushes and it flows. It trickles down your skin, but on the inside in. Silence is acceptance.. the blood is silent. When you cut your wrist the blood flows out. It pours down your wrist taking you and your soul down with it. Scream and shout in pain as your subcontious laughs. It laughs as it cries. It cries your life away. Soon there will be no subcontious left, it curdles away like old milk. The sun sets, it has had its fun. The moon now glows and gleams with pride. It doesn't know you are bleeding. Nobody knows, not even you becuase yesterday you thought you died, hung yourself by a rope. You hid yourself awaym figuring you could find yourself again. Reincarnation is unevident and your soul shall no longer provale. Why? The answer is unknown. It is unknown to all that breaths, lives and cries, But it was never known at all. When the clock hits midnight tonight... you will loose all sight, not knowing you have died twice over just two nights.