• "It would only hurt for one second..." I hear Deaths voice whispering quietly into my ear, making sure no one hears. Just a conversation between me and Death himself. "Take the blade and cut deep into your sorrows..." he taunted a minute later, once again whispering, careful to make sure no one catches him in the act. His practiced trickery intrigues me almost to the point of giving in. Silly, silly me. But if i did, one day give in, what would it feel like? The cold tip of a fine, sharp blade piercing my skin. My body being soaked in a mysterious crimson liquid. Would i feel a thing, or would death be kind enough to numb out the pain and let me dies in peace?