Black

by Disasterpiece   Oct 3, 2008


As the cold steel passes through my skin,
Feeling my warm blood flow from my veins,
The pain is excruciating.
I feel my body get weak,
My knees begin to buckle,
I fall to the ground,
Driving the knife deeper into my body.
My hands being to weak,
The knife falls to the floor.
I watch every drop of blood drain from my body,
Things begin to fade.
Not being able to hold my eyes open,
They shut
Everything is

Black

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