Walking towards the dresser,
Staring in the depths of my irises.
I pick up the knife,
And test its blade on my wrists.
A shiver runs down my spine,
When I realise the end is so close.
So close.
So close.
I can taste it on my tongue,
I can feel it mingle with my soul.
No
A voice pierces through the elation
That was spreading like wildfire.
This isn't about ending it all.
Because a sinner doesn't deserve that.
Doesn't deserve to lie six feet under,
Peacfully and leave their mess behind.
This isn't about escaping.
The silhouette lurking in the showdows of my mind
Isn't Death here to embrace me in his arms,
Keep me and protect me and save me.
No, it's not Death
It's him
He's here.
He's here to avenge each and every crime I've committed.
I feel his presence behind me,
His hands come up to hold my hand over the handle of the knife.
I feel his cool lips press against my neck.
And his other hand wrap around my...