The Kiss

This a piece written so I wouldn't physically break a promise

in a DOWNWARD SPIRAL, tumbling completely out of CONTROL.





this pathetic life MIS_SPENT, should be brought to the TRUTH.





my pale skin GLEAMS under the reflection of the BLADE....





DEATH dances on my WRIST, in excitement i feel the blood PULSATING..





i KISS my skin with BLADE ripping open the FLESH of wrist.





BLOOD running out of my VEIN, the room slowly fades to BLACK.