The Lover Marked Worm

     I just breath,
    and bring down the knife.
    I can't believe
    I've wasted my life.
    Should have been sooner.
    Press it down firm
    I've heard all the rumors
    about this little worm.
    I make it quick.
    No need to suffer.
    Quick little nick,
    by the mark of a lover.
    Let out the red,
    I begin to drift off.
    The sleep of the dead.
    A pillow so soft.
    Slip deeper down
    into the abyss.
    I feel I could drown.
    But then I would miss,
    the last, final breath.
    with his cut epiderm.
    I'd miss the death
    of the lover marked worm.