Disturbed Mosaic

I found the relevance of life the night it slit my throat. It was angry because of the neglect I had shown it for years. Like any scorned lover, it just wanted to be the first to see me burn. I did not oppose for I felt that it was just. I believe that it truly saved me that night. If I had made it past 2 am, I would have probably killed you. I suppose that’s what happens when you let the thick fog of emotion stir inside past its prime. I would have looked back and smiled at you if it weren’t for the blood filling my throat and choking my lungs. It turns out you weren’t even near me, you were at a gas station a half mile away. You were sleeping. You were using the bathroom. You were drunk. You were tending to your crying child. You were everything. I had no preferences, blood was blood and flesh was flesh and I would always neglect my true nature for a fantasy.