A Circus Of Pain Poem by Hyde

would it matter?
if i took my life right now.
not without pain of course.
first i’ll tear my tongue in two, so i can cease my endless lies.
next i’ll claw my eyes, so all i see is blood.
then will come my feet, for i do not deserve them.
i’ll take my mother’s pins and drive them between my toes.
the mirror will finally be of some use as smash my face against it.
i’ll take the shards to my wrists so scarlet streams will flow.
i’ll drink the blood then slice my throat just to see it gush.
last will come my barely beating heart.
i’ll try to stifle it by swallowing my own agony and guilt.
and just before i leave the world, i’ll grab your picture and keep it near.
as i begin my descent into the pits of HELL.