Blood Sacrifice

Blood is a sacrifice to the overpowering pain that floods your heart.

To the voice screaming at you in your head. To the voice screaming at you in your head.

To the nightmares that play over and over, so horrific you are TERRIFIED each and every night to close your eyes.

The evil you pay in crimson cash is never satisfied.

For your sacrifice, you are given short reprieve of it all.

Blissful numbness that spreads through your veins as the blood leaves.

It’s gone to soon though.

The evil wants more payment if you want more escape.

So you take skin-caressing silver and watch as it glides across clear clean flesh, opening a crevice in which a river of flowing red surges forward to stain the white canvas of your skin.

The numbness returns, you sigh in relief.

More, you NEED more.

Evil greedily laps up the ribbons of its reward from all the cuts you carve into your flesh.

You smell the salty copper from the blood that pushes itself up over the torn edges of your skin.

The numb fills you from head to toe, floods your mind and makes your eyelids droop.

You feel nothing except your limbs growing heavy and the razor falling from your relinquished grasp.

You close your eyes with a tired smile. Life, your ultimate sacrifice for peace.