Sticky and thick.
Blood trickles from my finger tips
As the knife falls to the floor.
It feels good to end everything,
The torture,
The longing.
Screams intertwine with
Laughter, as I realize what
I have just done.
I can't take anything back,
Life drains away.
My vision has gone cloudy,
My senses have become
Amazingly sharp..
I breath, smelling
The iron smell of the
Pool of blood at my feet.
I vomit, as I fall into the
stickiness..
My hair caresses the
Mixture,
Making swirls of art.
I lie there crying,
Wishing I could
Just close my eyes
And Forget.
I touch your hand,
You're already cold.
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