Better dead than

The Color of Red.

Drifting effortlessly, I hum- smiling as I look around the room....

I see everything so acutely, aware of my out of body experience,

I hear your breathing, I feel your blood pulsating through your veins.

I smell your fragrance mixed with some floral bouquet,

And my senses speak to me in words from an ancient, foreign land-

Then I see Red.

Amazed, I touch the thick, dark liquid that flows from my body,

And it pools like Mercury.

Fascinated; yet confused, my movements are languid,

I'm dying.

And I don't even care- I welcome it, actually.

I wonder what you're feeling?

Watching you scurry about the room, doing chores? Cleaning?

You have an intent purpose about you,

Methodic... Primal.

Words muttered, but not understood,

Laughter?

And as you leave the room, leave me dying on the cold tile floor-

My last thought-

the look, as our eyes meet for the last time,

You thought you'd got it all...

And my eyes lose focus, then back again,

Untouched, returning the gleam in my eye-

I notice the bullet casing atop the drying pool of blood, and the bloody fingerprints smudged on the wall, one perfectly preserved...

And I smile. 'Gotcha!'


-Montana ✍️😎

So many of the profiles i see on here listed as female have at the top of their forums both sex and bdsm, but i doubt they are actually women

Living half a life

Smeg.

a whore

Red 🇨🇳

alive :D

Watching everyone I love suffer because of me.

Suffer from corona..

out of bed. ┬┴┬┴┤•ᴥ •ʔ/

Dying in agony

uncurious.

Dying

alone

half