Without pain!

To wake up early in the morning and I don't get nor to breathe
I walk for the room, that old apartment room.
In the kitchen the mice are every place
The drawer full of knives only calls me for:

The knife to diffuse
My own body to lacerate
It is now without anything to stanch
I run to the room with the blood to gush.

But it is blood
That is to gush not for nor a shelf
The breeze overturns me
And my heart deteriorates in darkness
And the blood will gush forever, forever, forever!

But with so much blood he/she should have pain
I don't feel anything nor a tear leaves my eyes
Then eye for the window
I walk until her in as my blood is slippery for the house

But when leaning on in the window
The knife that I had not removed enters in my meat
I don't feel pain, but my legs don't want to be of foot.
I fall of knees on splinters of the window that I have just broken, but not the pain.

I close the eyes, and when I wake up I am at a hospital.
Not to anybody only me, serum and the apparels.
I pull the tubes of my arm
I lift limping and I am going the direction to the drawer

Then I catch a bistoury and I cut my pulses
Kneeling, I see you to arrive.
You stoop down and when he/she plays in me the pains
That felt never it comes completely as a

I still have forces to walk I am going until the window
But she doesn't open, I pull you and to I play against the window!
That is done in pieces.
With you in the ground me pole without weighing and it is my end
And it is my end!