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The plunge...the end

My hands flicker up to my chest

And feel the blood trickle down

A shirt made of images stained



Daring not to look

The hand moves up

I see the scarlet fluid on my digit

And laugh at the liquid



Suprised, shocked I laughed

I looked into her face

And laughed some more

I had been freed



I looked to the knife

That had penetrated my chest

Saw the every facet of the blade

Each molecule of blood flowing



My head revolts

Pumping wave after wave of laughter

What have I found so funny?



Was it my enemies confused look

Was it the funny pattern the blood made

Or was it the fact I was going to die



The vision went black

I awoke looking at the checkered floor

Blue and Red lines woven

Into vertical oblivion



Choking red vomit I laughed more

I laughed at the spider by her boot

I laughed at the little memories of life

I laughed at the blurring vision



And with those last looks

I saw her walk out of the room

Through a door on a wall

And then everythink went black

...I was free