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