Take It All From Me

Spider-web fingernails
Attached to wilted skin.
I skip line with every beat
To the sonnet in my heart.
It’s damp and cold here,
I left my jacket in the hearse.
Teach me how to lift the curse,
The one that kept me ticking,
The one that lit the fuse.
I blew up in their face last night,
And left their carcass on the walls.
Figuratively, of course, my dear,
For they had no breathing pulse.
Just skeletons,
Plaster casts,
Shot down quickly,
Tied up to the mast
As they sailed the river Styx.
What was broken wasn’t easily fixed,
So I was sent to scrap,
And totaled like that unwanted car,
The one that nobodies taken,
Because nobody needs.
I’ll keep coughing up venom,
Wishing to break free,
While you take it all away from me.
What is left for me to keep?
That’s right, the blade.
The one with my blood on it.
To old and decrepit to use.
I’ve tried the method,
And seen it done,
But it wasn’t fixated,
Like I was to that gun.
Sometimes I wished that you’d quit breathing,
And collapse upon the floor.
It seems you’ve been misleading,
And this poem was a bore.
So I put down the pistol,
And wiped away the steam,
As tornadoes came out of the skies,
And your lies went on unseen.
“I’m not crying.”
My wrist merely rejected the razor,
And the blood came out of my eyes.