fear of death

Death, feared by most, Loved by others, but how do you fear something you know nothing about? or is it not knowing that scares people? I sit in my room questioning life, wishing for death. A rayzor lays in my hand hungrey for blood, I press its eg in to my skin then with one quick slice the blood begins to flow , again and again I let the rayzor fly, till the blood runs down my arm like a rushing river, The color is so beautiful, The pain in full of pleasure, I feel my body slowly weakening, As my lofe poors from the open cute, In this moment I belong.