Bleed.

 

 

An L.H. Grey/Richard Charles Stevens Dark Fusion

 

Suggested Audio

Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross A Familiar Taste

 

 

 

Is it just me.
Who can see
the cold steel approaching.

 

 

Glinting.
Hinting.

 

And very soon to be encroaching.

 

Have I invited its ice into my spire.

 

Doth my protest herein request.

 

Am I glass to see right through.
Falsified by eyes of truth.

 

Must this knife party commence
Where’s the sense.
Is it too late to repent.

 

Can’t I play the moot observer
Insubstantial.
A tumble of weed to concede.

 

Must I bleed

 

Indeed.

 

Fissure forming
Diamond slicing
Not once or twice but thrice in.

 

 

Enticing the scarlet sap to reveal
Persuasive is this steel.

 

One clean motion
Slides in deeper.
Such devotion
has this Reaper

 

Beat the last my windswept heart

 

Rampart breached
Overreached

 

Inner Sanctum
Now –
Beseiged.

 

Bleeding in.
Bleeding out.

 

Thumb to rule.
Glass half full.

 

 

A deluge of ripest rouge
Glugging

 

Chugging train of steaming pain
Bereft of gain
Must abstain.

 

Slain.

 

Bittersweet release.

 

Sword now sheathed.
Fate bequeathed.

 

Valve released.
Jets unleashed.

 

Comes the gusher.

Everything must go.

 

Everything.

 

Glass.
Now.
Empty.

 

 

 

Raise a toast

 

Swill.

 

Savor.

 

Refill.

 

 

True, Real, Sincere, Crystalline, 

 

Imagery and audio arrangement by L.H. Grey

 

Prose by Richard Charles Stevens

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2 Comments

    1. I cannot tell you how thrilled I was to see you pop in my comments box my dear friend. Here every word is immortalized and I adore that.

      You see us most clearly. Always have. Always will. True to the very core of your being.

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