ExperiMental Disorder

[beholdthechris]

I sit in solitude in my desolate room.
I'm bored. I've got nothing to do.
I see something shiney from across the room.
Curious, I walk over to it.
Turns out it's just an old razor blade.
The same one I use to cut myself:
Every night.
Feeling daring, I pick it up.
I knot a string on to its end.
I place it in my open mouth
And with a hard "Gulp!" I swallow.
I feel it slide right down my throat.
The pain exites me!
But this seems more than I can bare.
Then it stops only halfway down.
I can barely breathe.
I try to cough it up. I tug the string.
Fighting for air, I attempt to swallow again.
Oops! Wrong move. I cough once more
And with a loud "Pop!" out the razor comes
From the center of my neck.
Blood gushes out onto the floor.
I'm beginning to panic.
I can't stop the bleeding.
I can't breathe.
I'm growing dizzy.
I can't see.
I'm choking on my own blood.

Seconds later I fall to the floor.
I land into a thick puddle of blood.
The light fades from my eyes
As I slowly die.
With my last attempt to catch clean air
I utter your name
And die away.