Who will save me from falling?

When my throat is slit and a small red crimson fountain begins to flow, When my breath chokes and a deep intoxication starts to surge within When everything begins to blur into oblivion When my body slowly begins to rot When I swallow the poison and something writhes inside me — and I feel pleasure The eternal ecstasy of final moments. When I hang myself with a rope around my neck, and my eyes slowly begin to burst When I leap from a great height, tasting the thrill of the fall And before my body falls someone escapes from me — vanished And death… death will save me from the fall.

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A/N: – Writing this was truly fun; I wrote it suddenly in less than five minutes. For me, this imagination felt completely normal 😀🤣