time easily slips by as he stared into space, looking at the dim light bulb, as bugs' swirls around and around, thinking nothing in particular like the bugs idling about. he straddled off into the kitchen and on the table was the same food he ate the day after with flies swarming over it. just looking at it made him sick enough and yet he ate it, thinking nothing of how long at had been lying there or of the awful taste just like the flies filling only their empty stomachs. at the bathroom nothing seems to come out on the rusted tap. damn those bills keep coming while waters nothing. when was the last time he used the shower not that he care. he hadn't even used this mildewed tiled room for day's even weeks. back at his room he picked a certain shirt from the dozens on the floor. it had a print of a skull with a snake coming in and out of the eye sockets. smells moldy. to hell with those rats as he stared at one the sleeves counting eleven small holes and seven big ones. who cares anyway? he seated himself on the floor and took out a box from the trash heap underneath the bed. he pulled out a sealed plastic full of powdered substance. his soul food, his life, everything seems to spin at his eyesight; feeling of lightness enveloped his whole being; soaring up to the clouds. he was in total bliss. he pulled out two other objects from the box and stared at it and for the first time that day he was in deep thought.
"no one can stop me not even me, I'm invincible!"
first h slashed his wrist, blood oozing from the cut. seeing the red liquid dripping into the floor put a smile on his face. he felt nothing, no sting, no pain, no nothing. so far his cynical plan is working. next he pulled out this shinny thing, lifeless yet murderous. he pointed it at his temple and thought.
"i have gone this far why not go through it!"
and at that moment the room seems hotter than usual for he was sweating all over. blood still flows from his cut wrist and at unexpected time tears starts to glide from his cheeks.
"no force can stop me. no god can take this moment of glory from em, for i am my own god!"
his body began to tremble. he have never been worried this much in his lifetime, then in a split second a loud noise filled the entire room and then there was silence only the sound of death echoing at the walls. on the floor soaking in a pool of blood lays the body, the carnage of a man thinking nothing in the world but himself until the last minute of his damned life.
"no one can stop me not even me, I'm invincible!"
first h slashed his wrist, blood oozing from the cut. seeing the red liquid dripping into the floor put a smile on his face. he felt nothing, no sting, no pain, no nothing. so far his cynical plan is working. next he pulled out this shinny thing, lifeless yet murderous. he pointed it at his temple and thought.
"i have gone this far why not go through it!"
and at that moment the room seems hotter than usual for he was sweating all over. blood still flows from his cut wrist and at unexpected time tears starts to glide from his cheeks.
"no force can stop me. no god can take this moment of glory from em, for i am my own god!"
his body began to tremble. he have never been worried this much in his lifetime, then in a split second a loud noise filled the entire room and then there was silence only the sound of death echoing at the walls. on the floor soaking in a pool of blood lays the body, the carnage of a man thinking nothing in the world but himself until the last minute of his damned life.
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