Darkness
Shadows whisper
And trail gentle fingers across my face
I breathe in at their soft caresses,
My eyes close to that eternal night
I fall to my knees,
My head rolled back
As I welcome in the night
A blessed coldness kisses my limbs
And I lay back
The Darkness sings to me
Its song of peace and serenity
Fills my ears, and is echoed within me
My soul calls in return
Music of the Twilight
I hold the knife
Had light been present,
The silver blade would have glittered
Like a scattering of diamonds
At dusk on the ocean after a storm
The pommel is well worn,
A pale, almost white wood
I lift my hand,
And bring down the blade
I draw it slowly down my wrist
Blood wells, and spills
Rushing from my heart to run along the blade,
Before falling
Without a sound on the dark floor
Pain flares up my arm,
And I gasp
The air is sweet and pure
Slowly this time,
Coolness trickles up my veins
I bring my wrist to my lips
And red stains them
I run my tongue along my skin
Pain worms into my flesh,
Before the coolness damps it out
A salty, sweet taste fills my mouth
A taste of life
And of death
Of birth, and rebirth
Pain, and dying
Harmony, and balance
Another flash of the blade,
And my right arm trembles
The knife is dropped, forgotten
I sink to the cold floor,
My clothes wrapped about my body
My blood stains them crimson,
But I neither notice nor care
A sweet peace fills me
Tranquility
Equanimity
Self-Possession
I smile
I am my own
I belong to no one
My heart shudders,
And flickers
My breathing grows shallow
The shadows surround me,
Watching me with unseeing eyes
I smile to them, and listen to their melody
My soul murmurs in harmony
I slowly lick my stained lips,
And again I taste my own blood
A sweet peace...
Sweet peace...
And the music...