darkness extends its warm arms around
me and its fingernails trace the delicate
purple veins tattooed on my forearms

thin curlicues and tiny vessels of this very
thing-- this thing that reverberates and
reverberates and reverberates within

this tiny black knife makes its first vicious
forceful trace-- the curls becoming
faucets of this bluish purple liquid

a puddle which defiles the pristine floor
-- maybe this is a suitable cleaning
device-- a thin rod with this pointy

shiny silvery tip, collecting tiny mercury
***** from the puddle, as I rearranged
the puddle into the thing bluish purple

liquid curlicues just like that whence
they came

Let every ounce of blood pour out of my chest

Let every last drop that has once cruised throughout my veins for you drip to the floor

Let the life drain from my eyes

But please keep the reflection of the knife you buried inside my chest pointed at you

So you are the last sight I see

Maybe then you'll believe that when I told you I'd love you no mater what, I wasn't lying.