Watching, wondering
Patient, drowning
Thinking of suffocation, planning my suicide in my head. Watching my death from a pedestrian's point of view. Gasping in amazement of how beautiful and graceful death can be. Blood sheds everywhere, drowning out my screams. Having glimpse's of what I look like as a cold corpse. Debating of which method to use. Wondering if my cuts were deep enough, the poison was strong enough, the rope was tight enough, or if the gun was close enough. My mind waits in patience, as my body trembles and suffers in pain, as my last drag from my cigarette in inhaled, my suicide is complete. I'm am dead. |
