Requiem to the Serial Murderer

From this world I want to forget
Events have unfurled I have to regret
All these things have me feeling ignorant
A requiem to my soon to be past life is this

I draw from the cupboard a freshly sharpened knife
I ready to give it all up, this regrettable life
From my right wrist I cut, taking slice after slice

Now all fades out, my life races out
Bathed in crimson, my entire fucking kitchen
Now all is dead, the house soaked in red
Even on the pathway to hell, I would do it again

The police arrive, they find one corpse
Could you surmise, it would be me of course
But it wasn't, I'll carry on murdering by the dozens
Psychological suicide it was, actual suicide it wasn't