burn.

some days I wish I could scream myself into nothing
unholy fire smoulders in my core
I want this world to writhe in the embers
my wrists smile for the knife

joy of life I crave to share
sweet release of death
fire in my bones
my wrists demand the medicating nails to release


to know and be known
is really all I seek
to share tears and blood
understanding the price, the promise
that comes with each drop while I am here
and when I am emptied of both
to hear "well done"


how long?