I'm laughing my way to hell, as I drown in an ocean of corruptive passionate depression. The shimmering silver blade whispers seductive suggestions on the wind as I caress it's smooth silky surface. Pushing the sharp edge against my pale powdered skin. The cut oozed as the thick poisonous black liquid seeps from the fresh self-inflicted wound. I gaze intently as the poison blazed in my eyes. Crystal clear tears ran softly down my burning cheeks.
Clarity dawned as the blood leaked down my arm, slipping into the abyss I let the darkness of night rescue me, engulf me, offering sercurity and freedom. Protecting me from the horrors hidden within the unwanted truth. The blackness comforts me while slowly poisoning me with satisfactory lies and illusions.
The darkness encircled me calling me with seductive whispers, soothing my depressive mind with illusions of love, hope and corruptive passion fuelled by my own thoughts. I am a scarred innocent subject to the crimes of my own thoughts.
