I wrote this because I just needed to get it out on paper and out of my mind. I am not in danger.....
Each time I open these veins
With shakey hands and a heart full of pain
Fluid pours, drips out into a bloody ink stain
Spreading through the papers, drowning out any links that prove that I am sane.
These lips can't begin to utter anything to anyone to understand these discussions.
I tell you, I want to gouge out my own eyes so I don't have to see my own reflection.
I don't wish to continue to bare witness to my strengthening insanity and internal damanation.
Darkness, my dear friend, has lead me down this path.
Holding my hand as she leads me into my own bloodbath.
She fully knows that my own death is the only acceptable aftermath.
My monologues for this yearning of it to end are intricate.
My heart is set, there is no room for debate.
At this point, I can feel the light leave the premises and vacate.
Running like an ill prepared family before a storm, trying to evacuate....