Title: Love on the High Seas: "Blood"
Author: Pirate
Turner
Rating: R
Summary: A dark, pre-series Faith
introspection. Poetry.
Disclaimer: Faith and Lilah are © &
TM their respective owner, not the author. Judson and everything else
is © & TM Pirate Turner. The author makes absolutely no
profit off of this work of fan fiction.
For: Alex. I promised you
a dark piece on Faith long ago. I hope you like this one.
Warning:
Contains suicidal material.
Blood,
Deep, red liquid
Running through my fingers,
Pouring
through my life.
Blood,
The blood of life,
The blood of death,
The
liquid fire of pain,
Of life, of death.
Movement out of the corner of my eye.
I turn, block the attack,
And the fight to survive resumes.
Sometimes it hurts so much
I want to scream,
Feel like I'm
being torn apart
From the inside out
Yet there's no blood,
No
blood to prove my pain,
No blood to show
The struggle of life,
The fight to survive
A world that's not
Even worth
surviving.
No blood,
So I pick a knife
And I slice deep.
Flesh too
tender
For this harsh world
Falls away,
And there it is
again.
The blood of life,
The blood of death,
The blood of
pain
Running down my face,
Coursing through my fingers,
Pouring
through my life.
I'm surrounded by it,
Sliding down a rope
That just won't
stop tugging
At my strings like I'm
Some kind of fucking
puppet.
Maybe I am.
I was my Mom's puppet.
I was Judson's puppet,
Lilah's puppet.
Maybe I am a puppet
Just waiting for a new
master
Of pain, of blood, of life.
Maybe I should cut these strings,
Stop this blood,
Stop
this pain,
Stop this life.
Maybe I should just stop
These fucking thoughts.
I down
another bottle,
Crash it against my own leg,
Fall to the
deck,
Not caring but
Caring too much.
I pick up a shard,
And it all starts again.
Blood.
Deep, red liquid
Running through my fingers,
Pouring
through my life.
Blood, blood . . .
The blood of pain,
The blood of life,
The blood of death.
If only that death was mine . . .
The End
