Blessing

by Phoenix   Feb 26, 2008


Bleeding wrist
shining razor
I can't feel it.

Crimson tears
screaming in imagined pain
as life splashed to the floor.

Suffocating
and empty
a scarlet haze clouds distorted visions.

As I lie
down and breathe
a single ragged breath.

Death is a blessing
I feel nothing
I welcome the oblivion.

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