The hour hand, the minute hand, the second hand
All move in unison
Forming the ultimate
18:00
It is time
I whisper "Happy Birthday" to myself
18
After all these years
I have finally gained enough courage
To cut my arm with the blade
Vertically
Leaving no words
no memories
no stories
Behind
Just warm blood, yet to turn cold
With my corpse
Already dressed black
For the funeral


-FreeMind