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