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Moment Ill Never Forget

My pain flows through my blood. The blood that goes up and down my veins. Feeling the tightness of my jaws and eyes. The hanging of my breath. The cold chilling through my body from head to toe. The coldness of metal digging deeply onto my wrist. Wetness of the red thick water pouring out. The openings of my skin. Feeling my blood of pain, pushing out onto my skin. The numbness up and down my arm. Relaxation flowing around my head. Tears in my eyes, a smile on my face. The thought of death, and wanting to live. The Light disappearing around me, having the darkness covering in. Coldness and wetness on the ground and on my feet. Feeling the roughens of a towel, the pain of making my arm neat. Needing to rush going though my head. The shacking of my hands. Tears falling onto my cuts, the relief of no more pain for a moment. The heavy wetness on my clothes, making them uncomfortable. Heaviness in my eyes. Dropping the bloody towel, having the wetness landing on my feet. My hand on my arm, the thickness of the blood flowing between my through fingers. Looseness of my arms and shoulders coming slowly. Forgetting the stinging of my open wounds. Having my thoughts on my arm, turning into pitch black. The feeling of the pain, turning into numbness. My focus of this moment, turning into nothing important. My body turning into a sitting duck. My life seems to turn into weakness. Hearing the dripping of blood, falling onto the floor. Seeing a puddle of blood below and all over my feet. Fear and wideness on and in my eyes. Terror going about in my mind. Then having the heaviness of my head. Dropping onto the floor, onto the stream of blood. Hearing the falling blood that was splashed and falling back onto the floor. My hair becoming wet, the bad smell of thick dark blood. The flavor of it, all over my mouth and all around in it.  My last breaths arriving slowly and weakly. My eyes getting heavier and heavier. My last present moment of lifetime, was passing. But not going any faster.

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  • Sound of Madness
    June 6, 2008
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    It needs structure, and is a bit too discriptive, but over all, not a bad write.