He's being strangled with seclusion breathing in prosaic air dwelling on the loneliness and the love they used to share. She once was his glorious beauty who had filled his days with pride now she's become his torment he's falling apart inside. His dreams are constant battles where he tries to gain control driving her memory from existence before it destroys his soul. In celebration of her powers he plans a tribute so unique an energetic exit that'll be cold, dark, and bleak. As he reaches for the razor blade wanting to carve her from his mind his thoughts run rampant, heart beats fast and he remembers - love is blind. With an evil laugh, and wretched grin he swipes his wrist with the blade while blood spouts from an injured vein he ponders the mistake he's made. It would've been more effective had he chosen to stay alive to show her he's a fighter who can struggle, and survive. But now - it's almost over the stench of death has filled the air with no one around to hold him and no one to care. As a morbid drowsiness takes over he falls into a helpless state embraced by images of family, and friends but ironically...it's too late.
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