Not a soul to tell

Drip drop drip drop the sound echoing in his ear dazing off, watching the heat rise off his hot sweaty body. He laid in the tub with his clothes on as the water filled to the top of the tub. " Twisting my knife in thee hand as the blood of my knife fill the pain with sweet sweet annoy, But thus feeling pleased of it's grasp. " said with it's low voice as his own words replaying as a broken disk. " Thus shall not wait for thee come to greatness. . . Quiet as a mouse as the light doesn't shine upon thus wrist... " he said once again with lower regret toned. A tear released his eye; keeping it locked away was something he couldn't do anymore. " Break until thus can't breath and the heat filled with lies. " he said again frowning. He lift his knife cutting into his arm once more. " Greatness is something I shall not have until an Angel of darkness kisses me goodnight. There is not no light for thus to shine. " his sorrowful tone killed his voice; laying there in the tub. His head sinking down into the water not able to breath a soul. Drip drop drip drop, disappearing from his ears; darkness filling his eyes until he couldn't breath anymore. This last thought of pleasure filled his mind with glossing brightness of memories appeared on his lips. Peace dropped his knife into the bloody water. Quiet as a mouse filled the room. There was not a soul to tell what happened to this bathroom.