The undone poem...

Slowly, steadily. ticking like a clock
wondering when my heart will finally stop
As the time is passing and oh its forever lasting
My heart is beating, ticking  
Ever so slowly dying, and withering
And nothing can make it change
This is something so unfixable
Something unthinkable
something undesirable
The knife Slowly, moving toward the veins
cutting fast, with no pain
Blood dripping now in to little rivers of red
Not one oz. of dread
Slowly, steadily, ticking like a clock
Did finally my heart stop


(it is not complete yet)