Tattooed Hearts.

Murder Weapon.

Incredibly fierce,
Incredibly steady,
Incredibly sharp
Incredibly traumatic.

A murderers weapon.
Piercing through a humans heart.
Stabs, gun shots or even a hammer to the neck.

Intuition telling me twice.
I listen only once.
Leaving behind everything,
A lifetime's work.

A flirtatious voice of evil
Propelling the inevitable.
My skeletons arising from the closet.
Pieces folding bit by bit.

There laying my bare skin,
The pressure intensifies.
The bubbles in the tub overwhelming.
A few cuts to my wrists, more and more with time.

My eyes diving into the night light.
The glow on my skin fading,
My face turning black and blue.
The mystery only getting better.

My mind rather conflicted, the spirit of happiness dying out.
I gulp for air,
For forgiveness,
Forcing everything down.

Oh, how I wish life was better?
Patience only got me constantly overthinking.
Numb to all the emotions, air quickly starts to run out.
I turn the last chapter of my book.

Memories suddenly fading,
Feelings numbing.
A last cry out to the world goes as far as the walls.

Emotions drained in a stream of blood.
Blood sprouting quickly out of the cuts,
Air no longer penetrating.

My body lays there uncovered
Tub full of bloody water,
a few scratches on my hand.
Hours of crying out, no one seems to hear.

My soul disintegrating with my body,
A few moments of weakness, I thought.
No memories whatsoever.
Music blasting my ears out.

By my hand, rested a bloody object,
My Murder Weapon.