Love bleeds forth from my wrist
At terminal velocity
Wrapped around my heart and I wist
It left the wound dirty
And fractures the bones
That hold it out straight,
Infection all my own
It left and ate
Me up.
And now here I am, dying,
As I feel the tears run warm
Down my cheek, here I am, lying,
I have now bought the farm
And I'll have it now as ever:
Alone, and thus from life, I sever
Locked in mortal struggle
With he who was once my brother,
I slay him coldly, serenely,
As if cutting down a sapling,
His life soaking into my clothing,
Splashing across my face
Whilst calmly quartering him
I wander aimlessly home,
Trudging through the snow
Which falls softly upon me.
I have no-one left,
None to love and be loved by,
And though I am home now,
By the fire so adored,
No heat can warm me
And rid me of this chill
That will ride my back
Forever
Fighting the nigh
Irresistible urge
To drown my sorrow
Once and for all
I gaze into the mirror,
Upon my loneliness
And all I don't stand for...
It's not enough to suffer,
But by myself, loveless,
A wretch
I walk into the cold
Of my rainlit room,
Recline on the bed,
And drink to toxic oblivion
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As the sun vanishes beneath the horizon ever earlier,
I, too, fall into the abyss, whence I won't be extricated,
To rot and decrepify in painful solitude,
To be forgotten and abandoned, my hole digs deeper
The air is freezing and my skin is wet...
Hope is cast out of my cold, weak heart...
Fortitude is at an all-time low
As I careen down this steep path
Of naught and the bleakest future
To be forgotten and abandoned, my hole digs deeper
Eternal night, lined with frost,
Claims my soul, which shall never again
See the light of day, buried first
Under a tremendous weight
In my hole deep, abandoned and forgotten