Open Veins To A Curtain Closed

Fatum vestri vita

The end of everything

The end of myself

Razor find a way

Slice the veins

Bleed it all away

Stomach slit wide

Hung with a noose of my own intestines

Passed

Laid to rest with final wounds

Nothing more to take

Surrender

Release

Self surgery

Explain to none

The reasons

Open veins to a curtain closed

Left to be found

Perfectly shamed

Cornered in a cold room

Fallen

Cannot raise me

Skin is scoured

Raw but unclean

Unfeeling

Wet

Red sleep

Can and shall release

Lowest point of being

A wound erupting

Masterpiece of my despair

No decipherable expression heard

As arms fall, the blood screaming

Singing

Of a world drawn in

Mind's eye projecting

Blinding light on curtains closed

The audience unseen

Unseeing

Theatre of the defeated

A numb performance culled from memory's imprint

For a standing room unaware

Ascend!

Sinking, I will die for this (for you)