Richard Writing

I am water, I'll change into any shape you choose. I'll bestrong asstone, Or as light as the air. I'll be as shallow as a rain puddle, Or as vast..

The itch in my wrist, unbearable... Aching as thecrimson flows through my veins... Cold steel pressed against flesh... Longing to chill the burning..

When all is lost, give it one last thought.