I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...

I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...

I wish to cast off my mortality
And lay it down to rest...

I desire vengeance
an atonement for the sin...

There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement...

I am a boat
Taking on water...

The torches are blazing
the blades are alight...