Every single throb.
Pulse.
Twitch...
I hear it.
Feel it.
Live it.
The sound of each shard tinking against its own likeness and the pain as it slices through the pit of my stomach like a hot knife through butter.
The bite of leather squeezing around my frail arm brings me a horrid comfort. An old friend.
Returning to me every second of every minute of every hour of every day....
My mind begins to race as i can feel Death approaching. His twisted barbed nails dragging against my weathered skin. I just want it all to end.
I steady my hand, drawing the rusted tip closer to my pulse. Praising the final second of suicidal normalcy.
My breath catches.
The candle flickers....
There.
My eyes shift and roll as I feel a wave of euphoric bliss caress my Soul. Wrapping me in it's tendrils of false security and passion.
I'm addicted to her.
And she's killing me.
