Woods of the Suicides
Take thy life, my merciful tragic death,
with this dagger's steel replace my breath.
Steal my sorrows and rewrite my law,
remember my name and God forgive my flaw.
Crimson spills unto blood soaked hands,
waste my soul upon flaming sands.
Into the earth forever chained by shame,
no corpse to possess, given this tree like frame.
Gnarled roots wind their way through hollow ground,
sightless, unmoving, and without any sound,
until blood is shed from wounded bark,
muted souls shall embrace the silent dark.
Blackened branches studded with thorns,
poisonous shards mortal life mourns.
Wilted flowers of venomous stealth,
Intoxicating, overpowering to thine own health.
Never to speak of repentance of mine,
hidden beneath fastening, spiraling vines.
Break my limbs, bleed me dry,
pierce the air with my agonizing cries.
Silently waiting for tormented pain,
to finally use the withered voice once again.
Even in death I am still clearly unheard,
but always through torture whispered words stir.
Sealed by fate, and judged most severe,
chose to leave that great revolving sphere.
Forgiveness rendered, myself to blame,
please God I beg, forget my flawed name!