BLOODLUST

Raise The Curtain, Begin The Show.

I'm sleeping in my own blood caked sheets, sobbing in the shower, to breathe would be wonderful, but seemingly too much to ask. I'm lying to make you think I'm ok. I'm lying to make myself look in the mirror. You're getting older now, you should be past this. The razor feels so heavy in my clenched fist. The mud and blood on my feet coagulate and the Earthy shades of red and brown appease me. The hole in my chest widens + the dam breaks forth. A phone call from a million miles away and another life time won't save me. You won't save me. I can't save myself. The hole widens, creaks open snapping ribs + I plunge, headfirst into the old, destructive, bloodlust life.