So so sad...

Homage

Is this a knife I see before me, then,
Its blade offering solace to needy men,
Why should they seek to escape from their fears,
When yet their families are untouched by tears,

The boldest takes the dreaded coward's path,
And the rest do quake inside. Yet they laugh
For all the world's a stage, and we display
Proudly the masks we wear to learn and play.

Alas for me, the blade glints cold and bright,
To end this. For after bright day comes night
To darken and dull all our hopes and dreams,
And show us finally what silence means.

One last glance around, one final eye blink,
A quick slash, and blood floods into the sink,
And all turns to darkness.