Death feared bye most loved by others but how do you fear something you know nothing about? or is it knowing that scares people ?
I sit in my room questioning life wishing for death a razor lays in my hand hungry for blood i press the edge into my skin then with on quick slice the blood begins to flow again and again I let the razor fly till my arm like a rushing river the color so beautiful the pain in full pleasure I feel my body slowly weakening as my life poors from the open cut in this moment i belong!!!
