Stay With Me, My Blood

Disclaimer: sensitive imagery.

This feeling;

It’s sharp.

Piercing my veins

The more I pull, the more it takes.

Either I wrench it out

And hit the brakes

or

It becomes a part of me

Till my blood runs dry.

Sometimes, it becomes numbed

Yet at the slightest reminder,

It throbs.

They say,

“Don’t look at it too much! It’ll go away.”

But

To my dismay,

I don’t even have to gaze.

...

Trust fall

20 steps backward; broke my spine

Quickly lost what was not mine

I took off my armor,

Laid down the shield

Stripped myself bare on the battlefield.

I thought

Arrows from you would not yield.

Yet the very one that took me apart

The fatal blade which struck my heart

Was my own.

No battle in the first place

I was the hare,

And there was no race.

When all was at a steady pace,

A suicide mission

Blurring my vision

Destroyed what we took pains to build;

My peace of mind and your iron will

Leaving no trace.

But the phoenix burns only to live again

I’ve been hoping for rebirth ever since then.