My life

And I became my own worst enemy.

My mind, the b*****d, turned against me.

Every thought, every fragment of memory that clouded my vision, destroyed me.

Completely and utterly ripped me open from the inside out.

Tears became a downpour.

That 'itch' became something I just couldn't scratch.

No matter how I pleaded and begged.

My throat burned with the flames of Hell.

My soul fought, murdering everything in its path.

To escape me.

To run, to flee, to finally be free of me.

But wait!

I shudder.

Cold, hard hands capture my heart.

Squeezing, twisting, taking my life.

But wait!

I struggle.

I fight. I sob. I kick. I scream. I moan. I weaken. I'm overthrown.

I see. I see it all.

My own hands, deep within my blood splattered chest.

My life.

My own precious life.

I am slain.

I fall to my knees.

And then.

The blood pumping through my veins, stops forever.

And then.

The air flowing through my lungs, disappears forever.

And then. Oh God, only then.

Does the bright light that once filled my dark eyes, fade away.

Forever fades.