A Thousand Cuts

Death by a thousand cuts

has always sang to me.

It sings to me because I have lived that death and survived.

My love and I whittled my body away

until the lifeblood pooled on the floor

and my heart could not beat anymore.

As my eyes closed for the last time,

I heard myself say

I love you.

I love you no matter what you do.

You can bloody and bruise me,

tear my heart in two,

but I still love you.

I am different now

and have made a vow

that I will never allow myself to be

cut down again.

But some dark nights

as I walk the lonely road home

I find myself wishing for

death by a thousand cuts.

@mosquito