Extended to me, are the bony hands of death. In front of me, I see the empty darkness, full of nothing but the unknown. Beneath me, are the crashing waves of the sea, against cold rocks. And the only thing i want to do is jump. I want to soar into the arms draped in black. I want my body to hit the crashing waves, I want my lungs to fill completely with the icy water. I want my bones to break from the impact, and my screams to be silent from the surrounding sea.
Extended to me, are the bony hands of death. In front of me, I see the empty darkness, full of nothing but the unknown. In my hands are the pills upon pills that whisper my name. With each new kind of pill, the closer the hands become. Each pill is a step closer to my peaceful place. And all i want to do is run. To sprint to the other end of the spectrum of life. And stay there, forever.
Extended to me, are the bony hands of death. In front of me, I see the empty darkness, full of nothing but the unknown. On my kitchen floor is pools of my own blood. The rich crimson color covering my wrists. Next to my foot, is the sharp blade, painted with my blood. I can hear the sound of the steady dripping. Maybe I'll continue to bleed until there's nothing left for my heart to circulate, and instead i'll circulate the drain of death.
Extended to me, are the bony hands of death. In front of me, I see the empty darkness, full of nothing but the unknown. Hanging from the tree in front of me, is a rope. Right underneath the rope, is a stool. I touch my neck and become aware of my breathing. So steady. So easy. Sliding the noose around my neck would result in ragged breaths, harder and harder to take the next one. But. feeling the darkness consume me would be even easier than breathing now. And all i want is to let the darkness consume me.
Extended to me, are the bony hands of death. In front of me, I see the empty darkness, full of nothing but the unknown. To my right, is an oncoming train. I am only yards away from it's path. The rumble of the railroad tracks dances beneath my feet. And i want to run to the middle of its path. The impact of the train would shatter my bones, the same way my soul feels. It would be fast, and smooth. And I'd enter death as fast as i left life.
Extended to me, are the bony hands of death. In front of me, I see the empty darkness, full of nothing but the unknown. Surrounding me, I see and feel the various ways I could let myself go. I can feel the water in my lungs, the rope on my neck, the impact of the train. I can see the pills upon pills in my hand and the crimson blood dripping onto my kitchen floor. I can see it all. I can feel it all. The peace. The darkness. The inevitable ending of my insignificant life. On this small planet. Where the air I breathe is composed of stupid lies and secrets, that mean nothing. We mean nothing. We are nothing. And the nothingness is where I belong. The end. I want the last chapter of my book to be on the next page. With nothing but the words "The end" on it. Written in black not even half as dark as the void that I belong in.
So I jump. And I swallow the pills. I let the blood drip down. I drop from the tree and let the rope entangle me. I step onto the railroad tracks. And let the darkness consume me. I grab the bony hands of death, that waited so patiently for me. And I am free.
