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My Future consists of a noose where my hanging corpse casts a gorgeous shadow on the filthy carpet below the window seal.

My future consists of my lifeless body resting in the bathtub with a blood stricken blade floating on top of the faded red water and one cinnamon candle dripping wax off the counter onto the tile.

My future consists of me laying in a vacant room with my thoughts spattered on the wall and a metallic gun that they’ll have to pry out of my stiff hand.

My future consists of me gone infinite in my sleep on a blue and flowered pillow case and red rose petals dripping from the crevasse of my mouth dissolving into the carpet with eight-teen empty pill bottles surrounding my coffin of a bed.

My future consists of my shattered essence stretched across the top of the car with blood from my everything seeping into the cracks of the busted windshield and my love looking down from the rooftop I plummeted from…my future is a glorious thing.