i start slowly drawing the blade across my wrist it feels so good almost intoxicating as i move down another inch deeper and deeper i can feel the blade tearing away my flesh as the warmth of my life force drips onto the floor i take a sample of my own blood silky sweet almost metallic as it dances around my tongue i go weak from the mere thought of this moment ending it must last for eternity i feel more alive than ever i hold my life in my grasp this blade is the only thing between me and my hell im losing it starting to slip back to reality i return the blade to its rightful place to slumber until i need its retribution again until i need another slip from reality to a plain of peace and tranquility until we meet again my old friend
