My Demise

Rushing gushing down my wrist,
So crimson in its wake,
How it flows and ebbs,
It's soothing no mistake,
Run little river,
Til there is no longer a tide,
I'll open up another,
On the other side,
Oh the pain is so exquisite,
The depths of which it comes,
Call to me in ways no one could,
How wrong can this ecstasy be,
When it is that euphoria that enables my release?
I'm lost in my own undercurrent of delirium that only I can see,
Oh I cannot tell what it does for me,
Sanguine and alluring all on its own,
My life force reaches its destination,
Pooled out over the ground,
The sky's tears washing all traces away,
Another cut here,
Another slice there,
How can I put away these emotional ties?
Every heart ache that comes,
Every painful thing said,
All are hidden in sight,
In the form of my own demise.