As I sit in the cold, black room.
I feel somebody here.
I look around the dark, mysterious room.
"Who is here." I say.
I hear the footsteps coming closer and closer to me.
As soon as I know it a hand is over my mouth.. The person is dragging me.
"Let go of me!" I yell.
I'm dragged into a light room.
There is a lot of people in the room.
I'm chained to a chair.
Everybody comes up to me and points out one of my flaws.
Afterwards they hand me a knife and say.. " what are you going to do with it. We are to powerful to overcome and kill... But you don't seem so powerful I say. "
I pick up the knife. Look at them in the eye.
I start to slit cuts in my wrists one by one I make a cut. So delicate and flowing is my blood.
The blood looks like a river of happiness.
Should I stop or go on.
Go on.
I start with my wrists. Cover them with the river of beautiful blood.
Next my thighs. They look so pretty all red and bloody.
And last my throat. I make that cut the deepest cut and the most passionate cut throughout the whole process.
Once I'm done I'm dead.
Nobody knows.
Nobody cares.
