Analysis of Blood ink

The knife is on my wrist
My vision blinded by the darkness
The hell in which I'm midst
All my life I bled on paper, now I just want to
Bleed dry to death
The quite peace after life,
Why it is so hard to get
Seeing myself burning in hellfire,
Burning my scars away
Perhaps is now my only desire.
If only I could tear my skin, strips by strips
If only I could erase my existence, the sorrow
All the guit trips
The tip moving on the surface, wanting to cut deep
Exposing the wounds, shutting my eyes
Not being afraid of taking the leap
The knife is still on my wrist, and I can't
Take it away
Now I'll be evanescent, and these eyes,
Won't see the next day.