Unspeakable Despair

The putrid liquid cooks.

He looks down upon it with self loathing. The heavy spoon within his trembling fingers. That repulsive poison. His body's desire tainting freedom of will.

The needle is readied, for his death sentence was passed by himself, his own weak self and nobody else. The needle ingests his capital punishment. The unfunny jest will soon end all his life's ambitions. As if they existed.

Out comes the belt. Prolonging the agony of the price yet to be payed. It acts as a noose but for the arm. Tighter, then tighter. Then tapping a vein to emphasise once more the prolonged agony. The end is nigh

He lifts his weapon for one final time. Stabs into the vein does he. The lethal injection is too much to handle. The tyrannical poison overwhelms the body, killing it stone dead. Leaving behind a mind less or simply nothing less.