I want to bleed like beautiful poetry,
Drown in a sinister Scarlett and fall asleep forever.
Instead, I filled my body with poisonous healings and watched them ooze from my precious wounds.

Death is a dark beauty, and I'm a mere animal. I am
lucky to have touched it.
To scrape my fingernails across its surface and wonder how I'd feel if I were engulfed.

Since death was around the corner
my body has been wracked with disappointment.
I'm still sad and I'm still alive.