Red-Stained Slate
Wipe me blank.
Pull my spirit away from me.
Erase me from each life I've touched.
I'm scraping the surface of the monster within.
It's bloodthirsty.
I've fed it; clean my slate.
Scabs cover me and I scratch to bleed.
It pours like a fountain and-
My touch stains red.
Give me a reason to fight
And allow me to fight to my death.
Wipe me blank. Bury me quietly.
I beg you, forget it ever was here.