Wednesday, October 13, 2010

cold steal

The cold feel of steal against his throat.
Shimmering in the moonlight.
Twitching uncontrollably.
Cold sweats drip onto the floor.
Blood flows through ice cold veins.
The slit runs wide across his throat letting the blood spill into the bath tub.
Eyes roll back inside his head.
Gagging on his own blood.
Eyes never closing.
Staring dead into your soul.

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