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)