Artful drone

The knife that has cut me
recollects pain
My blood, the wine of sorrow
spills for each rank thought
and one sip lost to the seller of morrow
 
The rope I twine into a noose
complicates me
Seven coils to rid the toils of woe
Delve into the spaces between the fibres
And scribe your thoughts on each strand
Lest the words be forgotten
 
This pistol has planted a seed
A revolving simmer  
The ground swells under its conclusion
Bloom for me
Swoon for me
Blossom in this shallow dusk
Climax at twilight to close its husk
 
The water that I sink into
coats my breath  
My body saturates
as moist azure wrinkles my skin  
The liquid light of the darkest hue
lay ripples in my vision
 
The choices fate hands me
has yet to abandon me
Quiet lyrics writ my heart with euphoria  
these thoughts of finality wove into my breath
to lecture this flesh
into permanence
 
The end I have tailored  
sutures my soul to this pelt  
My fabric in tatters
draped onto my bones  
stifling the chill of repentance
 
These hands hold my circumstance
This mind bolds my dance
These eyes glance at envy with pry  
Save not a wish for me
as I settle this artful drone