Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Today I can cut open my veins
With a cheap shaving blade
And watch the west of my life
Set in blood red
Today I can leave my home
And not worry about anyone left behind
Family, friends, relations, lovers
Office, colleagues, students
Traps
Today I can leave myself
As everyone left me
Suddenly, violently, painfully
And never looked back
Today I can return God's holy gaze
As blankly as I recieved it
Today I can burn every book
That ever taught me something
Burn it to ashes
And smear the ugly face of earth
Today I can go on ranting
And no one will fucking care
No one should
Today I can even end this poem
Here at this line
At this
Word