Looked in the mirror to help find my path, found only more
confusion. The bloodshot eyes mocked me, the chaos in my
head playing the sound of a thousand bells. Almost drowning
out the sound of my mind screaming obscenities at me.
I clenched my stomach in agony, and fell to the floor as if
to vomit. The arm pushed through my esophagus  & out my
mouth, clenched in a fist at first, but then held the rim of
my mouth to make room for the other am, followed shortly by
a leg. And soon after, I was no longer alone in the small
bathroom.
He smiled and offered a hand to help me up. This was a man
much better looking than I. you could feel the charisma
around him, clinging like an aura. He new what I was
thinking, and before I could even approach the razor blade,
it was in his hand.
"You've been in charge long enough, its my time on the
surface now!"
         And with those words & without hesitation, he slit
my throat, kneeled down and began licking up the blood, much
like a cat. Now I cant say I antagonize my killer...I'm not
at all sure that would be logical. In this world, its
survival of the fittest, I was the weak link. And after all,
how would one label what happened hear? Was it murder or
suicide? I killed myself again. I was just a part of him
that evolved away. why? Who knows. I'm not a fucking
psychiatrist.