The rain hits the ground and thunder starts to crackle.. reminding me of the sound of a knife inching deeper into my skin.
The sky is the color of my face when I hold my breath to try to make myself suffer for my behavior.
All of the sudden the electricity begins to turn on and off, mocking the misery of this world in my face.
The feeling of raindrops pelting across my skin, only a few shades lighter than my fragile parts after each bruise he gave me.
The paranoia that comes with every human instinct, only intensified.
The worries of the future, the self-hatred..the sensitivity of my heart as another person steps on it one more time.
I grew up with a fascination of this world and what it has the offer.. but now I've entered the age of fascination with death.
My heart begins beating faster than ever before, my skin is turning a darkish blue, my words are no longer coming out of my mouth, my breath is stuck deep inside my diaphragm, my mind is circling around and next thing you know..
7 minutes of my past life are flashing by and at this time it is way too late..
I'm entering the world of paradise.. and hopefully I find some sort of comfort here.