The deadly way out reveals the truest cruelty and isolates me from reality, but I'm asking myself: what is reality: a dream? Everytime I reach this point, I remember dreams that will never be reality. Taking a bath in razors, entices me as a solution for my endless grief.
The decision draws nearer.
On a transparent way, I float much more away, without any sight. Am I blind, or am I still alive? And once again, I only sense the purest absence. A wound like this, cannot be healed anymore.
I will decide, for the last time.
The courage I've lost long ago - for I'll never feel happiness anew. In emotions of solitude, the non-presence is my home.my grave. When the pulse no longer throbs and the last drop of life left my veins, I become forever paralysed, by this ultimate.Cold Void.