In Blood

I miss the blade
Which I no longer crave
With the vigor I once did;
It’s almost a burden, now.
I don’t feel the need
Nearly as much anymore
Ever since this devil entered my throat

I curse the demon
For, thus, healing me
For bringing me down
From the altar of sacrifice;
It couldn’t just let me die,
Just let the knife pry my ribs apart

I scram at these walls
For holding me in this hell,
For swallowing all doors,
Every means of escape,
Into their satanic beings

So I write my letter
To nail to the gates of Hades’ dwelling
To tell him to cease this tormenting

Each word I write
Is stronger than the last,
Written in deeper crimson ink;
Each word is from deep within me.
Written in the ink of my veins,
Which has passed through every inch of my body

I’m sending my resignation, perhaps,
From a life I was never meant to live
To let my symbolic employer know
I’m quitting for good,
Never going to return to this blood bath

I am shaking,
From my crying eyes
To the tips of my toes,
And the shivers within
Only teach me to hold my knife more steadily

The blade across my wrist
Is moving fast
And my life is slipping even faster
As time itself has betrayed me
And is no longer willing
To wait for the concluding signature
Made in the deepest shade of red,
To end my letter of resignation
From times I just cannot stand