Infinite little cuts rip the skin
And bleed little dots upon the pages
Burn it like paraffin
Treat the vessel like a sickly sin
Pin cushion of quills
Drain my ink into the blank page.

I’m in every word,
Caught in the prison of your thoughts
Shackled by the spoken cuts,
Bordered by the planets you push between—
My shoulders in hopes I can lift you.

Darling the night comes quick
Sun chases the moon,
Sing me a verse to pacify the vitae draining
I want you to halt this eclipse in me
The dark quickens in umbral thickness
A fog so black you can breathe it,
Choking into weak lungs
Heavily hooded eyes drop
I’m begging for release
Halt this eclipse
Bury your blades
Write your sermons
Sing your hymns.

Drown in my oceans
Red waters choking the oxygen
In this bed, you made a hell.
Infinite little cuts
Bleed dots on the page
Burn it like paraffin.

Call my name and let me in.