these punctures
piercings
through
my hands
my feet
that fresh blood
dripping
onto
the dismal
street
those hungry
demons
tearing
at my
flesh
my soul
leaving
me
in pieces
so
I am
no longer
wholly
in control
once
I am
razed
and incomplete
once
I hang there
finally
absolved
wrenched
and flensed
above that
sorry
bloodied street
when all
my
quenching blood
has dripped
and drained
that bloody
flood
of life
ripped
from my
being
all that's
left
is this
vacant shell
hanging
below that
cheerless hell
this suicide
you see
once
perched
upon
a living
tree
just
as we
once
existed
you
and me

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