The Day begins
and I knowingly inject myself with a toxic cocktail-mix:
Blended with all the contemporary indulgences
that someone would need to ruin a body,
to taint a soul
This fluid enclosed by the plastic syringe is a pestiferous toxin
That rushes against
The fleshy
Walls
of my deepest skins and inner thoughts

One purge, one puncture,
and the blood begins to undulate.
One pull, one hit,
And I will rupture into another state

I am the victim of self inflicted flagellation:
the absorption of excessive inappropriate
knowledge and thrills
That slowly kills me
Like a tragic descent from widowed dreams
procured by crops of pills
Hopes of becoming a Don Juan or
Moral Clergy Man
are dreams now built on top of sand.
And with these hands I raze,
what could have been a faithful devout
of Christian descent.

One purge, one puncture,
and the blood begins to inflame,
One pull, one hit,
And I will rapture once again