pull me up by the roots of blue veins splayed across pale flesh
i'm a puppet dancing on strings twirled around your finger
if i ever muster the courage to sever the ties i'll pour my life's blood down my arms in scarlet rivulets and swallow the razor blades that led me to eternal rest
i'll die smiling alleluia free at last
"The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it, one gets through many a dark night." - Friedrich Nietzsche