Elegy of the Undecided

How would it feel to be stone cold? I'm not feeling anything, just laying in a hole. What a lovely sensation it is when a cold blade scrapes and pierces through tour skin. The smell of something metalic, it brings warmth to your cold, emotionless body. It runs down your hand, branching off like a river, a color, red so dark if almost black. Its beautiful isn't it, with the hue of old red vintage wine, it would taste so rich, sweeter with time. A thread so thick can lift a hundred pounds, caresses the soft tissue below your head, wisking away your essence of life you might aswell be DEAD! It might be nice to be gone away from pain, suffering, guilt and depression. But it makes life fun to make memories, make alot remember none. If there's one thing left undone it making mom proud and loving everyone.