The Time I Had Left

I cut myself without purpose on unbroken glass There was a wound yet no blood Below the frozen grass I looked at my nails, they were short As were the time I had left The world was in a hurry above I felt it's pulse, I was it's pause I never pierced my ears but they are ringing I know it's not a who but I can't answer, won't take it Thinking about the mountains of the moon About the embracing cold Finally I think about myself and why I took the decision, today to die