Drip, Drip, Drip the Crimson flows from my arm. A small nick a little cut and the blood goes into the sink. Sliding into the cool water, the Red is diluted in the clear cold water. I look in the mirror and my eyes are blood shot. I haven't slept in days, so a little cut with a Silver razor seems to help with the pain in my head. I look at the shiny key and wonder do I dare go a little farther this time, or should I take the medication and see if I can sleep a little while, or perhaps I should make the final cut and sleep forever this time?