Wish.

I wish to cut again.

The feeling of skin ripping apart by a beautiful thin blade, that has seen blood many times before.

I wish to know how it feel again.

How the blood would slowly leave the small wound upon my wrist. Almost dancing across the road of life, wishing to be free from this cage they call Human.

I wish to Die.

Oh how long ago I said these words to no one. Just the silent cool air that rarely would dance around my soulless being, unfortunately telling me, "I'm glad... your still alive..."
in that voice that you would hear when in a deep sleep, all sweet and caring that voice sound sound, as a hand would grace my cheek...

Nothings there.

That voice I hear, it's not human.

How I wish to die by flame.

Death; made to look like an accident.
'just pull the trigger' again the sweet voice, arrives.

"please trust me, everything will be better once a life falls. Your life."

I want to listen to that voice, i just know it will bring please

Death in silenced fire.

the perfect way to die.

This is what a year has done to me.
So long ago I cute.

Truly I miss it.

It's sad I know.

I miss being an empty shell of air.