Murder

I’m out of myself
It’s odd, really
I’m a rotating camera
Slowly leaving my head
And turning around to face myself
I drift away
From my own, still body
I feel nothing
Not even the wind
Only numbness
It was so sudden
I didn’t even know what happened
Only now, can I see
The gaping wound in my throat
The paleness of my skin
The shocked expression on my face
I didn’t know I had that much blood
That now stains my white bed sheets
I blow away
Merely a lost mind in the wind
Doomed to wander
For eternity