one million strings attatched, around my wrists, my neck, caressing my body. I know it intends to dispatch, these unbreakable threads of shoddy. One by one each strand tightens, lifting me, my body lightens. After the hundred years of waiting for time to end, in which the desire is my own personal trend, My body finally floats a few feet above the white sheets on the floor. The anticipations grows more and more, for the last string to tug at my heart, and for my suffering to depart. With another tug my left arm into darkness reaches out, and laughter from the darkess into my ear took its route. A laughter that soon became the result from my slaughter, and i could not breathe from there after. I couldnt see. i couldnt feel pain. Does existence still reside in me? The last I heard was my blood rain.I suppose death finally left it's mark, because everything is dark.