Journal

A thin slice appears accross my

wrist. Rivets od dark red begin to form.

Ravines full of darknesas and doubt

appear causing things to come

tumbling down. The sharp metal

glistens in the moon light and

bounces off the wall. Crevices become

apparent as rocks begin to rain down.

Getting Weaker and Weaker my grip

begins to deteriorate one finger at a time

losing all sense of control.Wet sticky droplets

start to asend downward. Figures become

blurred with each slip of a finger. A stream

is rolling down the smooth tight surface

 that lay next to me. Feeling coldness as all

warmth escapes my lifeless body. With the

last flicker of light my eyelids slide closed

everything disappears as the dark red

rivers continue to flow and soak into

NOTHINGNESS!