Kill. Mhmmm... die.

What if I told you that I’m haunted by demons,
Prowling after my condemned soul?
Would you turn away?
Would you be afraid?

What if I told you I was praying for my demise,
Ready to plummet into the blazing lengths of hell?
Would you shy away in fright?
Would you still join me in the night?

What if I told you I despised my blood,
And could rid myself of disgust with one giant cut?
Would you stop my anguish?
Would you prevent my affliction?

What if I told you that I want you to be close,
Carving a portion of your throat to become in the unknown?
Would you accept and adhere?
Would you reject out of fear?

What if I told you there was no longer a choice,
That your essence belonged to me and this was the obliteration?
Would you be disheartened?
Would you shed tears?

You may have no answers,
I lack more questions.
I am at fault,
But your folly is infectious.

I must repent,
This way more treacherous.
You will learn serenity,
But your soul will not rest.