((hey guys i wrote this ages ago and only just found it today and decided that if fit Merlin quite well, his suicidal thoughts, please tell me what you think, im not great at poetry but please please review and tell me what you think)).

Bleed, these wounds and let them run,

Running off your hands and wrists, while little spots of red dance on a white carpet.

And with that short spark of pain, the end comes near,

No dizziness just pain,

The blood runs cold as does life.

Welcome to Paradise.