Take Me

Drown. Float away into the eternal abyss of flowing water. Wash over the pain, pull into the depths infinite sorrow. No flailing, no fighting, just going down. Down, down, down, spiraling into eternity, losing every sense of air, of light, of feeling. Leaving nothing; nothing but an empty soul, nothing short of a hollow, senseless, meaningless corpse.

Cut. Press the steel against flesh. Pull the blade across valleys of the body. Feeling the skin split and the blood well as the cold metal slides into the life of a human. Crimson rivers, traipsing across the warm surface. The world flows out, flows away. Dripping, pooling, weakening with each second, leaving nothing more than a steel blade, dripping with crimson life.

Fall. Feel the wind hit upon human form. Mere seconds pass, yet the world seems to slow. Rushing to the end, ever running from beginning, seeking the only thing that you can control. No matter, no difference, no sense. The impact determines finality; breaking, shattering, loosening the form that holds together life.

Death. Perhaps the most beautiful thing in this world, or in another. The sheer artistry, the finality, the dread certainty is what makes it fascinating as it is. As it all comes to an end, the world spirals out of control and then the wheels lock and spin...they finally stop turning, and everything is still. The spirit of life, falling away, fading out of existence. And all that remains, is

nothing.