It's very difficult to step away from the eminent edge if we got the plan devised in our veinless brains. As insanity has already flooded our imprudent senses, and streamed through our bloodless veins. We end up running into deaths mystery because the temptation is very captivating, the temptation to end all this misery. I yearned for death as death is the only glee that has not pushed me away not even once has it rejected me, as i'd love to throw my self in to it's amiable embrace. My past haunts me like a never ending nightmare the sound of breaking glass is like music to my ears, contented and the gun shots are like the drums of the rhythm,they are deafening yet very soothing to the demented. I miss the powerful ear shattering melody I used to listen to, it's amusing, and the next time I listen to it's tousle the gun will be in my hand I'll shoot at the sky, then into my skull. The gun though would alert the neighbors so maybe I could gas my self to silence or take a overdose of alcohol or pills, but Wait I want to see my wine red blood pouring out of my wrist.
