Slitting the skin so delicately I watch tht crimson flow spill from the seam. As it drips to the cold tiled

floor, feeling the enternal sleep taking its effect. How long I have waited and prayed for this escape,

this death. Hoping it wont last long yet wanting to feel it almost forever. Knowing I am leaving it all

behind never to deal to see or deal with it ever again. The sweet release of time and reality falling

behind as I listen to the sound of the drops hitting the floor. My lids fluttering closed as darkness

prevails my vision, and then all is truly lost.