The darkness surrounds me, concealing....
I can't see my hands trembling,
Nor the sweat that undoubtedly coats my arms and fingers.
I can hear ragged breathing, my own.....
And the sound of the furnace as it fires on.
The darkness has a soothing quality,
That slows the beating of my frantic heart.
I will my mind to act.....
To accomplish what needs to be done.
I'm not sure if it will hurt,
But if there's anything my life has taught me with thirty-plus years of living........
Is that life is full of pain.
There's a subtle light in the darkness....
A gleam coming from the blade,
Illuminated by the reflection coming from the chrome of the rusty faucet,
Blurred by the mist of my tears.
I take a deep breath.....
Tasting the stale, moldy air of the basement.
And then, it's done.....
I just have to wait.
The darkness surrounds me.......
But there's a light, I see it,
I head towards it.......
The darkness of light, be it forever more.
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