BLACKNESS  (2/3/98)
 
 Why won't my eyes open? 
 Why can't I breath? 
 Oh god, I'm drowning.  
 I'm choking on something.  
 A liquid.  
 The taste is familiar, 
 soothing.  
 My tongue tingles.  
 Now I know, 
 its blood.  
 My blood.  
 I'm begginning to remember.  
 A razor blade.  
 A vision.  
 My wrists. 
 The ground. 
 Blackness.