Cold Steel
Mood:  sad
Topic: suicide unvieled
When the pressure of a world has been brought down our heads, to know that this day of life has accomplished nothing but make our souls colder and make our hearts older, for this I find a remedy, the Cold Steel razor upon my flesh, release the pressure, release the hate, just for once to control my fate, I feel a sudden warm trickle, flowing from within, only a trickle, lets try again. Now I slice deeper with my blade of cold steel, just to know that I, my destiny seal, things have gone colder everythings dim, as the tiny sliver of cold steel begins to warm in my palm of my hand, I sit and listen to the surrounding calm, not a whisper not a tear not the slightest sound comes to my ear, now as I grow restlest waiting to die, I take up my knife for the very last time, I open one gash and then two, the the trickle becomes a river, for the first time I cry, my tears streaming as my final breaths come more and more slowly, as I look to the window and for my last sight, I see the Blood Moon, a fitting scene I must confess, as I leave the world with one victim less. Christopher Heckadon