Night of Misfortune

Blood thickens, then thins,
As rubies dance along
My flesh,
Sitting silent in shimmering
Pools that reflect
My anguish, my misfortune,
My pain.

Back to the wall, limbs sprawled
Out before me, legs and arms
Ripe with exhaustion.
Single street light flickers
Above my head, like a fitting
Representation of my journey
Along the tightrope to life
Or death,
Sadly fitting.

These carrion birds mock me,
Watch me, and will soon become me,
Bite by bite.

Ignorant of these carrion fiends,
The blade once logged in my heart,
Sits lonely by
My side,
From the portal to my soul,
I imagine a carnival of things to emerge,
Butterflies without wings,
Flies without thirst for blood,
A jar of emotions that will never be open
Or understood,
And the last of my words, for my lover,
Words that will find her this night upon the wind.

The final flicker of the lamp,
And its lights gone out,
Forever more my world sits,
In darkness.