This Suicide Is Not Mine

The cold cell waits

Its gate is a gaping mouth

Closing on cries so pitiful

That it made Mother Earth cry

Flood the earth again.

Love has no place in this world

Of bloody wounds, hatching skin

Retching the heart from the cage

I’ve lost count of the beats.

He looks at me

Eyes full of unshed emotion

Fleeting touch of lips to skin

A last, lingering kiss

Goodbye

It’s too quick, leaving me starved with longing

He raises broken wings in combat

A challenge that will soon be met

With a defiant crash of thunder

I watch—numb

As another angel falls

Sword slipping from dripping fingers

A shriek is lost behind my eyes.

Hell siphons me of purity

Drags me into the mud and blood

I reach out, my skin burning in the fire

A sword hangs in the thorns

Painting the roses

Crimson

With a pretty, deadly, paintbrush.

My hand drops

My voice is lost

And I cave in

I lift my head to the sky

Taste the rain as the mellow

Sky fills me

Leaves me with an empty feeling

Pure loneliness.

I look at my reflection in the mirror

Look at the creature with red

Glinting eyes, satiated with hunger

Filled with keen thirst

The mirror’s surface cracks

And bursts with glinting

Shards of ice

I watch the creature pounce

Lithe, so swift

Be quick

Please don’t drag it out

You beautiful twisted

Masochistic beast.

I watch it kill me

The blood slips between my fingers

As the knife falls

Glinting with fallen tears.