Creaks

The door creaks, I drag My lifeless body to the floor, My tears pour and burn my wrists like acid dancing with rain, I lock the door. I hide away. From the painful world that within I stay, Why don't I just fall, slip away from the poisonous screaming? I can't. The door beckons me still. I attempt to battle the grasp, the crimson grasp pulling me towards the dark. I break down. Ebony tears flock my eyes and my soul surrenders to them. I feel so numb, I don't know what I'm doing, My pain's suicide killer, Dear hate, You materialize in my hand, You attack me, My demon, You have control of me, and there's no way I can stop you. Crying out to my god. He's gone. I cry to the atmosphere, just hoping someone hears. My inner angel! Please reconcile my sorrow! No one hears. Because my tears are hollow to the world. You run through my flesh. The bitter taste of regret fills me, but you, the wildfire, burns throughout my wrist without stopping. I scream a raven's cry and bleed out my pain. Yes. All is done. My soul is empty and I fly towards the stars. The tears still fall but taste sweet and they are of sheer nothingness. Finally, the door shuts. I am healed. No longer alive.