Infliction

Take these empty words and carve them into your arm
Exude the salty tears of a mirrorless heart
In sorrow, anguish and agony
Teeth clamped on the muzzle

Eyes as cold and rigid as the barrel engulfed
Fading will to fight, to feel

To struggle from this rope as it goes taught
And breath escapes

And I wish to escape too but I cannot, even in death I suffer
Iron blood trickling down my throat
Fuck you all in retrospect

An exorcism of moral treason