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| Sick... The strong feeling which he can't ignore. He stumbles into the bathroom. Cold as ice with a heart as black as coal. Lighting a candle, which gives but a small circle of light. The white marble tiles reflect his face. A face signed by pain and agony. The black clothes, looking darker than ever, hide the scars that can't be seen by the world. Alone in the weak glow he rises his head. Trying, forcing himself to look in the mirror. Not surprised by what he sees, he keeps on staring into the mirror. Amazing how much a man can change in a few days. What once was a good looking young face, looks like nothing more than a battlefield of emotions. Bloodshot eyes, still red from the crying, look hopeless into the mirror. Still hesitating, contemplating about what to do. He feels the sickness rising to his head. Why has she forsaken him? She hasn't left him yet but he knows that she can't choose between him and the other guy. He lost all fate in hisself and the world. Desperately thinking about an alternative, nothing comes to his mind. He starts to stripsearch his pockets untill he finds what he's looking for. The stainless steel reflects the light as it slides through his wrist. A small concentric flow of blood finds its way to the drain. He feels soiled but doesn't care anymore. The blood keeps running and his love flashes before his eyes. A red haze hangs before his eyes and his mind becomes blurry. Still his thoughts are with her and the blood looks almost black. Slipping away out of this life, a single tear runs from his face with her face in his mind. jOhNduDe |
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