Blood Lust

For a long time. I have occasionally had the fantasy of draining myself of my blood. I could never slit my wrists however. I always imagine it the same way. Sliding a needle with a long tube attached to it into a vein. Romantically watching my life leave me drop by drop down the drain with the rest of the filth. I slowly fade to black leaving nothing behind but these words and my lifeless body. No mess no fuss.