this is my life, this is eternal
....and a flashback on razor blades in someone's eye, not being able to get it out, therefore they flail about...they then crawl under a chair and he/she becomes a zombie. someone sits down... they see an eyeball roll across the floor with a razor blade in caught in the pupil... they then see an arm reaching out to grasps the eye, grasping the razor blade as well...they hear the sound of the flesh cutting against the razor blade but the hand just oozes an unknown, vile liquid. the arm slowly moves inward to the chair...their eyesight fixated on the slowly moving rotting arm...they no longer see it but hear a noise...as if someone put a bone back in its socket...yet it was more of a gurgling pop...a pop of an eye going back into the skull of a dead rotting corpse-of-a-zombie. they do not move...they're frozen as the hairs on their body slowly starts to rise...a blood-curdling noise escapes from under the chair...a rank smell enters their nose...they gasp for breath...and they cannot move...it seems as if they've been frozen in place, or rather the leather exterior of the chair seemed to melt with every dying second...the hot, now liquidy, leather seems to glue to their skin...their breath becomes more raspy as they hear more and more noises...then suddenly they hear a razor blade...a razo rblade scraping against the underside of the chair...the person in turn squirms and tries to wiggle free of the boiling leather...but the fate has been sealed with a razorblade kiss. louder and louder the razorblade seemed to get with eatch hack and slash at the chair...getting thinner and thinner...hotter and hotter...they scream in unbearable pain as the razorblade cuts into their back... slashes one after the other...the blood trickles down their back and onto the floor...onto the zombie as it starts to spread its jester-like smile. red, hot, liquid iron begins to pour thicker with each slash...the heat and smell of the rotting corpse filled the air...and a new scent arose...the pool of blood aligned the chair as you now hear the zombie's cackle...the now dead corpse sinks into the leather of the chair and falls into their own bowls...the zombie then hears you coming to find out the noise...it lays still and silent under the chair with it's new friend. "what's that smell?" you say. you look to the chair and see as it had been before. there you find a small piece of razorblade. you slowly walk up to the chair. you find the next piece of razorblade on the floor...you bend down, and you scream.