the FOURTH of FEBRUARY, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY ONE.

it seems so romantic, so perfect in my head. a pretty concoction.
true isolation!! intoxicated so i can slice right through those arteries running through my arms.
bliss, at last. true serenity as my life drains, pours and pours and pours... soothing.
the last embrace i feel is from the blood that once kept me alive, giving me away to my fate.
exhaustion, yet the inevitability of my death rejuvenates me somehow.
alone even in death. but not after... reunited. my true clarity.

take me back!