Eternal darkness 6 words 3 lines

Reapers on death-dogs swallowing darkened land
envelope of blackness , screams from gutters
shattering spirits along every darkened door

The black dog has for my
Soul for I killed his kind
So come set me to darkness

Cracked in bit of fragmented soul
thin in ethereal, wastes slowly away
lain open to pain yet again

Darkness good of bad depends on
How we use it we want
To be bad because it darkness

the  safety razor is now unsafe
blood and evil spills from cuts
a short respite from the misery

I reopen old wounds cutting scars
recarving your initials on my arm
pointless - you are never coming back

despite this realisation a flame burns
despite the truth, I am undone
despite the isolation, I still cut

it's in love that I cut
a razored tattoo tribute to you
despite the fact, you don't care

One who is practised in cutting
is only a few steps away
from making the ultimate razored sacrifice

I consider suicide by bleeding out
so far no quite brave enough
however, practice leads to ultimate perfection

Question: Who will attend my funeral
who will weep at the gravesite
the one that I love: Missing

a deep forest is the place
I will become one with nature
I will bleed out tree hugging

My blood will feed an Oak
my spirit will meld with it
tree's spirit and I are one

crows, vultures, owls, and forest creatures
will gain sustenance from my flesh
they will taste real love devouring

I sacrifice this love I have
Such a pure love rejected wholeheartedly
by somebody that should've known better

May my bones, now picked clean
pay a tribute to real love
never once experienced but freely given

being so alone in the darkness
no one to hold or love
a matter of time death sentence

despite what I try to manifest
I've only a few loving friends
hope they'll understand it wasn't enough

the safety razor broken for you
drink my blood eat my flesh
do this in remembrance of me

* Please note this is not a suicide note
* Not yet, at least: I still have a few things left to do

Grief carried in it's cold grip
It's barbed touch razorlike hold
Wait for it to cut through

This is me what I've become
Who the fuck ordered my life
Peace content? Maybe When I'm dead

Who the fuck decided for me
That I would be the example
Of struggle and lack of love

Life was fucked black and charred
dangled remains ripped from the carcass
there was no herald, only despair

Life is fucked up as we
Know it darkness is taking over
She hot to trot give love

Black hole has sent to alien
Planet where women want to screw
Me like an animal for life

if one lets go of all
feeling no pain of “once was”
significance was nothing at all

Dragging lifeless bodies behind the sun
Fields of thorns embedded deep inside
Their skulls scrape along the bedrock

Stained sockets crumbled powdered bones blow
Carried in the breeze that stinks
Snorted in desperation for a thrill