Slit the wrists

Slit the wrists I could not find a razor to slit the wrists of the hands that held me down I feel my head ready to explode as the blood starts seeping through my eyes Biting at the hands that use to feed me Each drop of blood tempting me with the taste of freedom fromthis prison I feel the grip loosen as my teeth strike bone I will not stop Not now that I’m so close to release from your hell Breathing in the aroma of freshly spilled blood I AM FREE!!! Free from your torture and pain Free from the mutilating words you sold as truths Laying here in this puddle of blood The irony of this beautiful murder hits me: The hands that held me down were my own Tatsu