The beautiful red river which flows slowly down my wrist is tainted with emotions of another kind, with each millimeter it travels my smile grows fonder of the bittersweet memories. It reminds me not that I am dying but that I am alive. Rules are true and which can predict fate, the blood drips down to gather before its departure from my body. It collects in such a manner to mock me, by the form of tear drops it takes it reminds me of feelings I can never embrace, the tears will never collect although with true intentions I have spread false will. These lines of passion and strength seem to remind me of horrible times although with each slice my mind becomes joyful with thoughts of the truth and reminders of true ending. Fate has played many sadistic games with my dreams, blurring and twisting them at its will, in the end to only leave me hollow and depressed. To live is to fear.To die is to accept no other answer. To embrace another possiblity is to deny all reality and succed in true inmortality of not the body but of the mind, to set ones soul free is the only carnal pleasure one ever needs, to give all for none, to play against all odds, to hope when there is none, that is true love. Love for some is not to others but to love one with all your heart, body, and soul is a miracle which should never be treated lightly and tossed away. Although it does happen it does not mean the end of world, but a new begining, in which one will spend forever to right the wrong, to live for love, to die for today and live for tomorrow. God is in his heavens, all rights with the world.