She strikes me across my face
blood seeps into my eyes and mouth
i have come to a conclusion

I raise the knife to my chest
and smile
I am happy

death is not a bright light
nothing at the end of a tunnel
it is peace

waking up is violent
my shoulders heave as i
***** blood mixed with water

i stare into her black eyes
fear ebbs through me
i am doomed

it has been seven years
i have not aged
death is a cycle of terror

life is not precious
life is wasted on us
life is nothing

until the world ends
humanity cowers
thinking unto infinity

another few billion years
anothers few generations
too little, too pitiful

going back in time
as i held that blade anew
i know
this will carry on
until negative infinity