Death Revisited//5.8.17

i dont enjoy this death
this silent, slow surrender into nothingness
its not what i hoped for, if im being honest
the last time i died was much faster
a sudden slip from one world into the next

and as i awoke in my new reality i
i swore i could still feel that knife in my chest
and the final beat of my dying heart

i think im still bleeding
and maybe thats where this all began
im an open wound forever pumping blood
from the hurts of a past life ive since forgotten

the edges are still raw, even if you cant see them
and the life has been fading fading from my eyes since day one
i think i still have a long time left in me
but ill always be missing something
the part of my soul that has been leaking out of me

i didnt always bruise so easily
but i suppose its the only way ill feel anything these days