Knife in my Throat

The sharp knife pierces through as it were
my malfunctioning mind where once inside,
the opening encloses an anger that has ruptured

as violent as the blood filling up my lungs
to an overflow, crowding out the life-force
until choked, the gasping for breath as if drowning,

all entry points sealed, all doors opening
to life locked, the warm sensation of finality,
as the full blade goes through my throat.