Bleed-Michael Lord

Beams of fire sweep through my head Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb I am no one now agony My crimson liquid so frantically spilled - the ruby fluid of life unleashed Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes Their red pens drawing at random, at will A myriad pains begotten in their wake - the bastard spawn of a mutinous self The regurgitation of my micro nemesis - salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom Malfunction the means for its ascent Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul So futile any resisting tension As death-induced mechanics propel its growth The implement, the device of my extinction - the terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane The definitive scourge of its mockery - the end-art instruments lethality attained Heed - it commands, heed my will Bleed - it says, bleed you will Falling into the clarity of undoing Scornful gods haggle for my soul Minds eye flickers and vellicates as I let go Taunting whispers accompany my deletion A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper - chanting sofly the song of depletion