Fade to black

The warm bath water surrounds me,
Lapping at my long blond hair,
The waters thin texture,
Ripples over my masculine chest,
The cut-throat-blade slides through my delicate wrists,
The skin gentally opens welcoming the long cold blade,
Slicing my deep blue veins,
The blue becoming a deep red,
The thick red liquid covers my forearm in a matter of seconds,
Running like rain on a pane of glass,
Placing the lush blood upon my tongue,
The sweet thick substance runs along my waiting tongue,
Lingering warm and tingling upon my pale lips.
Throwing back my head,
The blood trickles down my throat,
I swallow,
Recycling,
I place my arm in the water,
Allowing the warm water to cover my beautiful wound,
The stinging sensation fixes a smirk upon my pale face,
My arm throbs as the mix of blood and water,
forms a whirlpool,
The water fails as it fights to remain clear,
But the thick substance wins without exception,
The bath becomes a sea of blood,
The thought couldn't amuse me more,
My skin becomes stained red,
The blood clumps to my pubes,
I stare into the red vortex,
Until my vision blurs,
smiling with triumph,
I lay back against the cold enamel,
Allowing the blade to fall through my fingers,
Memories become heavy upon my vision,
As everything
Fades to Black ................