she drags
the knife across her skin,
and coaxes out three crimson tears.
one for hate and one for sin,
the last extracting all her
fears.
she bleeds for her mistakes,
her wrongs and her fights,
every cut that she takes
carries her to new heights.
each thought drags the knife
deep through her soul
the freed blood replaces
life,
and starts taking its toll.
her grip starts to shake
as she falls in a trance,
numbness coats the ache
of an unheeded chance.
the drenched knife drops,
its destiny now
fulfilled.
it rests beside the body of
the young girl it just killed.
the knife did the deed,
but the will was her own.
her caged heart is now freed;
done with pounding all alone.
and thus ends the pain
of fate's latest fool,
who severed just one vein
and died a death cruel.
in this lesson, let us revel
in her soul, now consumed,
for in the dance with the
devil,
its you who is doomed.
* all
mine. read it all the way
through.