The Final Cut Poem by Jacob Rudd

I finish my Last cut as i hope the pain of life wont go on
I hope that this will be the last and final movement of mine
I really don’t think that
That I can do much more time in this place
The bloods coming now

I can still picture you’re, Beautiful, pale face
Minutes now before My Crime is done
Is this a crime to make somebody happy?
I’m laying in it its almost exiting to think that i don’t have to stay here
And they do

This is very little effort for such Accomplishment
I’m feeling weaker now every second
I can remember why I did this
It was you and him two