If I unintentionally slit my wrist
I'll be the last to know
and when I'm
turning aerials
above my carcass,
weep for me
Because I was loved
in life-
I hated to death
Weep for me, since
I do not have cause enough-
to cry for myself
Amberlee Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-dream-i-slit-my-wrist-in-reality-i-m-not-th/
