Black Velvet Rose: Book of Thorns

Here in this dimly lit room

Surrounded by filth and grime

Is the perfect place to paint a picture

A picture of my life

 

Picture this in your mind

A mindless void of thought

Deprived and deserted

Only a shell

Void of all things

 

I sit back against the wall

A shimmer

A glint of metal in my hand

I turn and twist my lovely possession

With a devilish grim across my lips

 

As, the pain

Of the first slice

Subsides with the first hint

Of Life’s dark red nectar

Seeping slow

And steady down my wrist

 

As, sweet release

Of all that matters

The second slice cuts deep

Total rapture as the stream grows

Strong and thick

 

The dark red pool

Slowly surrounds me

Glistening

Like rubies in the sun

Life’s blood spent

As the body goes limp

Void of all movement

 

A downward spiral

Void of all thought

Ah, sweet release

Sweet rapture

Of Life’s Blood Spent

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 Black Velvet Rose.