Blood is pretty..

The vast excellence of my misunderstood life,
It could all end with an oh so slight touch between my skin and a knife.
I ponder the silence between the leaves and the trees,
I listen for the sounds of the birds and the bees.
Is there much of a difference when god turned water to wine...
Then when I take this small bullet,
I'll make the white walls, red and divine? 
The once white walls are stained red, 
So pretty and clear...
Now you see my brains and the wall, are so near.
They have something in common you see,
The wall was plain before it met tragedy, 
My brain was sane before it met agony. 
I'll dissect my own heart, and yours too.
It's time for you to feel what you put me through. 
Here I am, sitting on the edge, my last breath in the hands of fate,
Say hello to our first & last date.