reanimated_cadaver
a reanimated corpse
- Jan 24, 2024
- 3
I just wanted to thought dump here and share my personal suicidal fantasy.
I always imagined it being dark outside. Everything dim with the faint sounds of the evening birds going to their nightly nesting spots. The same kitchen light dimly brightening up the room. I would be in the center of the kitchen with a large knife in hand.
I'd slowly drag it across my throat. Skin peeling to reveal the biggest incision I could ever make. The cold blood running down my throat and staining my clothes as I fall onto the ground leaning against the drawers. The euphoria of being there to bleed out and having the cold blood relax the tension of my taut red skin surrounding the opening of the wound. I'd drop the blood stained knife next to me and relish in finally being able to experience something I never have before.
I guess that would summarize my fantasy.
I always imagined it being dark outside. Everything dim with the faint sounds of the evening birds going to their nightly nesting spots. The same kitchen light dimly brightening up the room. I would be in the center of the kitchen with a large knife in hand.
I'd slowly drag it across my throat. Skin peeling to reveal the biggest incision I could ever make. The cold blood running down my throat and staining my clothes as I fall onto the ground leaning against the drawers. The euphoria of being there to bleed out and having the cold blood relax the tension of my taut red skin surrounding the opening of the wound. I'd drop the blood stained knife next to me and relish in finally being able to experience something I never have before.
I guess that would summarize my fantasy.
