Heaven? Poem by Chant Gud

One, two, three, four,
I will let my blood pour,
Five, six, seven, eight,
My wrist is the best bait,

A, B, C, D,
What do you want from me?
I can't go through this, I don't care,
This pain I cannot hold in or bear,

I'm currently waiting for the sunrise,
To shine light and rip this disguise,
Give me the blade, throw it now,
I'll be your target, they can bow,

Maybe then I'll find an answer,
I'll become what we once were,
Alive.