The intensity of this hell that some one has to live day after day.

Waiting, sitting, contemplating suicide,

Contemplating justification, reconciliation of some if any little notification.

Hoping wanting a new life that this, this place on earth has created will just disinagrate into the little wholesome left.

Like a time bomb ticking away.
Tick! TICK! TICK!

Hoping it will go off so you can hear it ringing.

Red wire? Blue wire? You pray to god you get the one that kills you, because it’s the only thing you have left.

It’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted.

You choose the blue wire because the red is the color of love.

It’s the color of your heart.

You cut the wire…






/`/`/`/_________

Well what do you no it worked.

Now will your sole burn in the essence of hell? Will I pay for the sin? Does god consider all that as a act of suicide?

But then it doesn’t matter you don’t believe because well your dead…. Just the thing you wanted to being with.