Reach Above and Beyond

Cut

As the ruby drops fall down to the ground,

I feel myself releasing an unrecognizable sound.

Was it a scream of agony, was it a scream of pain?

No, it was only the cry, of only your name.

I feel my grasp loosen, around that dreaded blade,

As my own vision begins to fade.

I see the scarlet river, running from my arms,

And I wonder why you were the cause of my harm.

Is it because I chose you as the source of my torment?

Blame you for the things that I could have prevented.

It would be selfish of me to say such things,

When I know that I am the reason why.

But it is myself that I cannot fail to bring,

To acknowledge my own faults, as much as I try.

Each and every word that I may say,

I know won't bring you back anyway.

So, why do I pray and hope,

At the end of my own blood-stained rope,

That everything that has occurred must be,

Some sort of grave mistake, a wrong decree.

I want to ask myself the question,

And elicit my own bloody confession,

Of why I was doing this to myself.

Is it because I fail to place all of my fears,

Far away, high on a scarlet shelf?

No, it must be because of something more,

It must be a part of myself, the thing I abhor.

A metallic taste fills my mouth,

As the feelings of dread travel down south.

I have finally become what I most fear,

The monster within me has finally appeared.

Slashing its sharpened claws, and bearing its ghastly fangs,

It roars, claiming me, until nothing of my former self remains.

I feel my waxen face pale, the loss of my complexion,

As I feel the score of cuts, across my own midsection.

I see the pool of my blood around me, visible to the naked eye,

And I just wished, that I could have said my last goodbye.

I feel that the end is finally near,

And for once, I have no fear.