Suicide River

Here I am once again being washed away sinking all the way to the bottom of the river of death as you watch with no mercy or compassion for the weak and fragile condition of the frame of my emotions you don't give a damn about how much pain I am in you're just standing there laughing at my pathetic attempts to revive myself of the poison that you've injected into my brain I could feel the echoes of your maniacal laughter reverberating off of the walls of my sternum shattering my heart into fragments picking up the pieces and squirting out the last few droplets remaining as I laid there helplessly in need of oxygen you then whipped out your daggers while placing the heel of your boot to my chest running the edge of the steel cold blade across my throat nearly inches away from decapitating me then somehow in the midst of it all I must have gained the help of a thousand miracles because some pagan angel dawned on me assassinating this homicidal maniac saving me from biting the dust I could barely see this angel because she was standing on top of a rock directly in the reflection of the sunlight then barely a second after I blinked she was gone and to my surprise the asshole that tried to kill me left her dagger laying right beside me I grabbed it and swam to shore as I was relaxing in the sand I figured that I would release my stress and release I did by placing the blade of the dagger to my wrist slicing away with a very deep and brutal force in an effort to make sure that I was bleeding profusely I didn't want the blood to stop so I placed the blade to my other wrist causing twice the damage and within minutes I was suffocating swallowing huge gulps of air but before succumbing to the collapsing bridges of my knee caps I decided to take the coward's way out by decapitating myself lifting the weight of misery and despair from my shoulders By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)