Palpitations

My blood didn't feel like it was worth pumping
My eyes intermittently drew sand
And I always wondered if my life was worth an epitaph

Needle pricking memories were never enough to keep me down
Draining and collecting fed me anger
So drain and collect I did
Like a beguiling dagger
Encrusted in my perception of mortality

It was credulous of me to think I bled superior
Stolen by the juxtaposition of emptiness
I consumed only that which made me hate
And the mortuary sang my siren song

If I could've carved a message into my bones
(Surely if I was my own scribe)
I would have rewritten my story in lipstick
And picked every last star out of the sky
Just to see my end