Blood

 

 

Scorching my every thought with a sick ambition.

This desire to destroy,

It comes from the desire to create.

 

The wanting of completion ends with me on the bottom

needing destruction.

 

Not the destrution of horror,

Nor the foul ending of light.

 

I must feel the utter calamity.

 

I must feel it in my heart,

in my soul,

In my Skin.

 

To the one good I have ever known, I apologize for what I have become.

For what I do.

For who I am.

And I apologize for letting you down, one last time.

 

Blood

 

 

It is the only way out.