Nicolas Lusk - Lights Out

Water overflows from the tub, colorless, but for a tinge of red. My heart pounding, pumping blood to the rest of my body, its efforts in vain as the blood oozes out of the two slits I cut earlier into my wrists. I lay there, the white washed ceiling above, alone, leaving no one and nothing behind. The thoughts become vague, unfocused, the light is unbearable... Sleep, only then will you find salvation.

Nicolas Lusk

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