#Prompt 15
The cut was clean
The red liquid bright
A numbness settling
A decision so fast
Everything lost to world
The chain that bind me
They break slowly
As the blood seeps
Adrenaline pushed
Heart worked harder
Made my work easy
By sending blood faster
Through veins to arteries
Impure to pure
Drips away from the slit
It doesn’t matter any more
In a few minutes
It’all slow and stop
And I would take
The first breath of death.
I do not support suicide.