What darkness is this?

In the darkness,

Lay my weary head.

Closing my eyes,

Mimicking the dead.

No sounds to be heard,

Just in and exhale.

Thumping heart,

And floating veil.

I bring my hand up,

To my face.

Warm wet liquid,

Beautiful grace.

What is this,

Strange sensation?

Yet again,

A new incision?

Oh what deed,

Is this now?

When was this,

And how?

What steel,

Ripped this flesh?

What hand,

Caused this mess?

Where am I,

In these shadows?

Laid low,

In the hallows?

Oh fain,

This air is thin.

Oh hell,

Here is my tin!

Take me,

Oh Acheron,

Lead me,

From here on.

Show me,

What depths I will go.

Teach me,

What I should know.

Take my,

Sinking breath.

Take me,

To my death!