• When your vaguely alive lying on the floor lightly breathing with that sweet deadly posion coursing thru you veins, what are you thinkning of? Are you thinking of death? Thinking of its many forms? Of how badly you want it to come? But this posion is tourturous. When you want to die you take it, but it never fully stisfies. It just brings you to the cliff of death leaving you with not even enough energy to jump;leaving you with that feeling of defeat. Do you ever think of her? Does her pained face ever flash across your mind? do you feel her arms around you, screaming and pleading asking "why"? Do you see any thing with those glassed over eyes? Did you hear any of her good-byes? Did you see any of her blood, sliding down her arms? She is now also lifeless, but she can't return...