I somewhat used to enjoy my own company , the emptiness of the cold room reminded me of what "is", it kept me in check i suppose. I had dinner with death as we drowned our sorrows together, me ******* about what perfect way to end it all while death listened in disgusted awe, because I was  flirting with something he couldnt have:LIFE. At that point he wanted to be  me and I, him...

He whispered sweet nothings into my ear as he convinced me otherwise... He said the time was not yet right. Truth is I   love him ,  so I listened. He then showed me a different way, truth is he gave me a friend no one could be..... the cold blade against my skin felt like silk,, it moved swiftly ..... it cut deeply.. like the pain that I had,,, death said its better to wear it on the outside..... he said it will be a magical picture to witness on our wedding night, when i submit to him.....When i finally become him and he , me.