THE END?
This is not the truth. This is truths absence . Inside theses dead words you will see nothing but my insanity peak as i recall it. As i recount this tail i must warn you nothing is significant but then again everything is in its own way.
On an early December afternoon i approached the cold metal of a door nob pausing only to stare at the grief stricken clouds that hung low above my head. As i entered the room i wasn't greeted with the warmth of a home but instead thick musk of an old sealed tomb. It is here that i find these now dismal walls. These walls once knew of happiness and joy but now only cage my sorrows.
continuing on my path of self destruction I paused only i saw a photo of you hanging on the wall lifeless. It was here that my eyes widened to see the magical of your smile and chestnut hair. This black and white photo of us on our wedding day hung with the grimness of my heavy brow.
removing myself from the torture of your porcelain skin i walked down the hall to slightly colder title of the bath. It was in this blindly bright white room that i remove my funeral coat hanging it on hangar on the back of the door. It was there that i found my self in the icy grips of the bath water i lay in. I watched as the cold water swirled red around the blood that pumped from the angry gash down my wrist as i prayed for deaths grips...
If only life was simple.