Ad Mortem

To stop

A setting sun

Whose time has come

On the day of a lifetime.

A crime

You didn't try

To emphasize

The struggle to get there.

Face it, this is a war that you are losing

A scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest.

So scratch your skin to feel alive,

An amateur surgery.

Don't pluck the splinter from your eye,

The joys of life are gory.

Bend back the finger until it snaps

To splintered bone and crushed veins.

Scream out until both lungs collapse,

"All hail the dark new campaign!"

There is a special place in hell for people like you.

A life

Immortalized

By serpent eyes

And a beautiful forked tongue

To beg

For some restraint

It sounds the same

As the day that we first met.

So now,

Drown it out in holy water,

Vicodin and dollar bills.

Your dirty hands

Can thread the needle through your skin

But they can't wash away your guilt.

There is a special place in hell for people like you.