Once your dreams were magical, a place to escape agony, but now they're just reflections, of your desolate reality. Dreams that made you happy, dreams that made you laugh, dreams that gave you that feeling, that pain will always pass, now forever gone, replaced by only fear, filled with endless falling into a bleak world, of distress.
A world so cold.
Living, grim and hopeless, living, in despair, the sound of weeping souls, is all that fills the air, you once dreamed of love, a reunion with a friend, but now you're only reunited with a grief stricken life in torment.
Picking up the blade, its shine makes you squint, your hand begins to tremble, you can already see the blood, you thrust at your neck but your mind holds you back, tears tickle your cheeks, your vision begins to black, blurred vision from the tears, you belt out one last cry.
The first few cuts are weak, then the blade carves through with ease.
Veins are lacerated, blood begins to spray, the blood mixes with tears, your vision goes red, you lay back, to go out in peace, still in solitude, you bleed out in ease, you start to grow weak, you start to grow tired, you fall to the ground squirming, you've done what you desired, your breath grows weak, like breathing in fire, your eyes begin to close, your death you have acquired, awaiting the heavens, waiting for glee, you find yourself only stuck, in a never ending crippled dream.
Crippled dream.
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