A knife is what I see.
I don't know why or how.
All I know is there is a knife,
Right in front of me.
I go to grab it.
It's not a figment of my imagination.
It's real.
But this sensation is unreal.
I touch this unreal thing,
With vines all along the handle.
As I hold it in my hand,
The blade glints in the light.
I touch its sharp edges,
Cutting each finger.
The warm blood seeping down the tips of my fingers to my palm.
It's a comforting feeling.
Then taking this wonderous weapon of death,
I take it and point it towards my wrist,
Moving the blade slowly up the surface of my arm.
I am now seeing my bare bones.
A dizzy feeling around through my mind.
A grand feeling.
A breath taking feeling.
Now a strange thought came through me.
The knife laying upon my breast,
I push it through.
Feeling adrenaline rushing through my body.
If only.
If only I could keep this feeling forever.
I now see myself outside of my own body,
My cold self lying on the floor.
But as I see it,
I am now truely alive
