THE RISE AND FALL

I need to get rid of the demon roving around inside me
pierce, prick, slit, sip!
my blood drips like red wine from the cracks of a glass,
my skin loses its color
and like rotten petals,
I fall off one by one from my stem
I’m all over the ground, dressed in muddy misery
the sharpness of shards killed my tongue,
so I buried them in my mouth
abhorrent of my own thorns hurting my eyes,
I avoided my reflection in the waters
I hear it trickling on my bulging skin, one by one as a song of lament
the smell of nicotine and ethanol in the air encloses me,
until it became my breath,
until it became myself
an attempt to poison the part of me who wants to kill me
numbing me of the contraction in my body—
my molecules trying to break free
I succumb to fatal melancholia,
light a candle now for my remains and begin to play a requiem as I dig my grave
For I shall rise in the dark
I am a breathing cemetery
of all my ill personas in lively masks
buried in me were the rise and fall of time
buried in me were tortuous and tangled thoughts
buried in me were the tragedies of mine
and my bruises were tombstones engraved with scars
Yes, I’m all over the ground, dressed in muddy misery
again and again
but like an old golden super moon,
I shall rise in the dark
again and again until it ends