I watch my blood swirling in the water
I lick my cuts and reach for the plug
The way you pulled the plug on me
And as the last dregs of red
Cling to the sink,
I feel my convictions drain away
Through the decayed insides smoldering,
With the pangs of guilt.
I pick up my blade again,
To purge myself of you
And as my blood rushes through the rat-infested gutters;
The final bits of my aspirations falls
Through this hole in my heart.
The fluorescent light,
Flickers in the grimy ceiling overhead,
Like these trains of thought,
That don’t want to end, but
As the blood gurgles in the
Necropolis of this rusted, decaying city
I’m dragged away out into the polluted night sky
Whispering of the words you’d put in my mouth,
Blurring into the things I wanted to say
And the pitfalls I step into, take
You further away from it all.
And I’m left gasping here with lungs full of dirt.
And the blood drips into the water
Like crimson blossoms opening up,
A vortex of blank white
Echoing of a happiness long gone by
Haunting my eyes,
Like the dried blood on my skin
The stench of defeat wafts up the drains,
Staining my hands with your sins.
I look up from my trance into
The ugly facade I’ve learnt to call my face
And I clench my teeth at this deceit
And all I get,
Is this wretched wrist to turn my
Dreams to reality.