willingly

of my own volition

i raise the dagger and plunge it into my own chest

sacrificing of myself

giving this unholy torment

scraping my own hands across the jagged

broken

pieces of my

mind

heart

soul

to the four winds i cry out

the waters above

and below

separated by the twisted hands of fate

cast down

fallen

sawing the wings off of my own back to stagger across the desert eyes of god

sawing off the horns jutting from my skull to blend in with the bleached bones of mankind

serpent’s tongue

goat eyes and cloven hooves

suburban myth wearing urban disgust and rural understanding of underground dreams

so i lay myself upon this stone altar

holding the curved dagger

feeling it plunge into my chest as if sliding into water

willingly

for the betterment of all mankind

to silence the demon

the angel

warring on my shoulders

in my head

bickering

belittling

bewildering

battling for control of the fragments of my mind

my heart

my soul

i don’t need it

any

of

it

it’s fine

it’s all

fine

good night