The Purification

I feel sick again tonight.
I feel everything:
All of the horrible feelings pulsating throughout my body.
Sweet tasting crimson juice now turned to tar.
Tar which is slowly hardening.
Death will soon come. I almost wish for it.

Yet I think.
Eyeing the crude blade, a manical grin replaces my frowning lips.
In need of cleansing, the blood spatters.
Rid my blood of all the hate that flows within my veins.
Drain me of my vile emotions which inhabit my every cell.
Or these feelings I have will surely kill me.

It must be drained.
Let me have purity,
And happiness; and virtue.
Everything I desire; everything just out of my reach.
There is no hope anymore.
Laying in a sea of tainted blood.
This is reality.