Crimson Death

A Poem by Pyrrha Rayn

Warm spray…
Of precious life…
Love my addicting poison…
I always believed myself to be…
Completely and utterly bulletproof.

Oh, silly, silly me…
Fate dares to intervine….
And hands over the gun…
To the person I never would think….
Would turn it….
And pull the trigger on me.

How many times….
Can a heart shatter and still live…
To swim in emotions that forever drown…..
Just stop the torture….
Ripping through my veins.

I’m screaming…
As hands rip away my skin…
Unveiling the things that have held me together…
Is there anything left..?

I’m so numb I can’t feel anymore…
My eyes have been sealed shut…
My lips sewn silent by pain concealed lies.

And now I lay my head down…
On this crimson pillow…
The red twisted memories staining my skin…
If there really is a God…
Please tonight teach me how to truly die.

Because I’m so tired…
Of this crimson visioned death…
Only to respawn once more…
To meet his eyes…
And beg, plead, and cry…

For him not to pull that trigger…
And if he decides to indeed do it again….
Maybe…
God will finally have taught me how to properly die.

But for now I rest…
As my life, love, and joy flows away…
To a Wonderland that someday..
I may be able to call my home.