blood splattered around the chamber like a shotgun suicide expose my horrific ending without a tragic note always cursed until this time I pulled the trigger with the bullet came happiness without shame my blood has drawn thick through my narror tunnel washed away killing the hope and compassion I once had for life and all of the integrity in between try to explain the feeling of being deceased when you have died along with all feeling shredding flesh out of anger to cover my wounds open and bound to infection of demise terror does not begin to explain this feeling.