He has the knife to his neck.
He drags the blade across.
He doesn't feel pain.
Or that's his claim.
He feels the red liquid roll down. It pours all over the floor.
He makes another slice.
He can't take it anymore.
He hears the angel dying.
He feels the demon rising.
He slowly melts to the floor.
Not wanting life anymore.
He closes his eyes and sighs a heavy breath.
And has a calm, quiet death.