I wake up in an all black room. The blood pooling in the back of my throat. That like warm irony taste circulates through my taste buds as well as my mind. My muscles ache. My neck and back stiffen as if riggamortis has set in. As If I'm already dead. This dark place I've been here before. Although it appears darker then before. I can't exactly remember if I ever even left this dark place or if everything else I felt or saw was imagination. This taste of blood and fatigue are still reminiscent as I stand on my own to feet only to be smaller down again by the gravitational pull of this black nothingness. It's like space only instead of sucking you away it sucks you in. I begin to sink in what feels to be chilled water just below room temperature. My thoughts race. As they never seem to calm for anything. Quick witted. Loud. My thoughts begin to pour from me. In the form of tears. I can't move I'm too numb at this point. But slowly I float face up in this darkness and see her standing above me with an open hand as if to help me up and another as if to drop me down further. The thoughts of the past painful and pleasant run faster then anything through my mind. She loves me. She hates me. She said she'd never leave. She left. You said you'd never hurt her you did. She said we could start over then she took it back. I'm sinking. In my own self pity and it's loathsome. I feel lost. Unloved and worthless. Drowning myself in my own tears while she walks away with a smile. I am dead. I am sorry I love you. Even after you killed me. And I am sorry I killed you and you can walk away with your head high.
