o'clock in the morning. Outside, the world seems still.
it's a different story. My life races as quickly as my heart, each
to outrun each other. The
is: which one will win?
the heart win.
aches with exhaustion,
aches with betrayal
aches with emptiness
aches with the inability to remember why my heart aches at all,
over what or whom
there, looking at himself in the mirror
wet hair hung over his face like a damp, mouldy black curtain
it back to reveal his face, pale and ashen
he felt the
heat of his sin sting at his cheeks as if he were being cremated
worse, singed in purgatory
he held the
knife against his wrist, tensing...trying to find the courage to sink
the courage of life left him, ..
courage of death found him
found himself watching with fascination as the first drop of blood
against the pale porcelain of the sink
..as a few
more drops fell,... Michael too fell..
ceiling of heaven..
basement of hell
with him fell more drops of blood..
shattered onto the floor
crimson beads of pain