• That crimson liquid flowing through my vains
    The warmth of it in me
    The thought of it spilling out
    Spilling onto the table, then the floor
    A knife
    Cutting
    The blood
    Passing out
    Gone
    Darkness
    Alone
    No more?
    Why?
    Where did it go?
    Isn't there anymore?
    Voices
    People
    Friends calling my name
    Can't talk
    Lost too much, blood
    Growing cold
    More darkness
    A ray of light
    Warmth
    Going to it
    Friends continue to call me by my name
    I see everyone
    But they don't see me, why?
    I leave them for the light
    I'm gone
    Dead
    They cry over me
    Sadness
    Sorrow
    Tears
    They'll get over it
    I'm just one less person in the world
    I'm gone
    FOREVER