Part 1: The explosion was the most intriguing part of the situation. The bang. The pop. The click of the hammer. All things that I take with me. I remember most; the sizzle the steel was so determined to make while mixing with the chemicals inside of my brain. I hardly even remember the way the carbon dioxide sputtered from my lungs. But at last, and quickly.... I found out just where my destiny was to plan forth.
Part 2: At first I began to shiver. The blade was burning with anxiety as I began to drag it "down the road" and not "across the street". I had done my homework, and left all curiosities aside. I knew exactly what I was doing, but it began to leave such a mess. I doubled my dose of anticoagulants just to make damn sure this was going to be quick. My blues turned to red. Then red turned to black.
Part 3: They rattled. It was like my very own personal maraca full of this time, tranquilizers, sedatives, and opiates. The rush to find my glory's initiative was fierce, but the destiny I wanted to remain relaxed. I wanted to be compared to sleeping beauty, but this time I wanted to be poisoned permanetly, silently, and so sweetly aggressively. After, but two handfuls of mankinds most favorite dessert of toxic concoctions..... I began to fade. I remember my heart muttering as to why I was relieving it of it's most powerful strength. More shallow my breaths became. Taking with me most was the calming effect that I put upon myself as I, violently began to pass. My lips now coated in a faint taste of powder, spew, and haste.
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