Your Final Act

This ache within me, It stirs an emotion I know not
Without a name, Without a face or certain symptom
It crawls within me, Turns within me, Rages within me
It tortures my heart, And will forever take me home

This is home, This pain and numbing throb that takes control
This hell, I feel so calm inside myself, With my demons beside me
As they scream louder, I feel my heartbeat slow to a stop
As they take me down lower, I feel my eyes shut slowly

To be alone, Is to be ashamed of who I am when I am dead
My broken soul is set to leave, Waving goodbye to the good in me
I need no words, When my fingers spill blood and ink and imagery
I need no thoughts, When my mind spills through my hellish strings

A puppeteer, My devil controls me, And I willingly concede control
I need no bones to break, I need no muscles to move, I need no skin to feel
These creatures move for me, Moving me closer to my beautiful demise
They give me freedom through writing, As I draw myself into my end

I am lost within myself, So blissfully, So willingly, So gracefully
Still you try to bring me to the surface of dirt and obstructed blood
With words of caution and concern, You say I need to be saved
My words will not save you, I am but a puppet in your final act