falling away from

what i have become

i find myself

caught

in the ugly, unforgiving state

of a cold hard

Butcher's Blade

the shock is enough to freeze

what i've left of the rancid meat

that used to be me

yet, the pain

of this fall

lifts me up on the wings of a

fresh young angel

i am real once more.

new meat,

just to be chewed up

and spit out

and tossed in the trash bin

again,

for my unique,

yet in some way

unsatisfying

flavor.

i step back from the Blade,

watch It swing for me,

in horror.

yet suddenly...

i realize

what truly makes a good cut

and i threw it to

the lake of fire

where ignorant shit like that

belongs

...

FIN?!!