EF Can you see my vein? The blood? Pick up warm bread I swear I’m late I have hurt myself far too many times I don’t care Do you see the scars? From my knife With regret She points it out Please Just take your time I am small and perishing I am slowly dying I can take you to heaven But you are the one who chooses to enter I exist in a limbo From someone who leaves I am the product of violence Angry at his consequences Chained down in behavioral And decomposing out back Don’t ask about malignancy As I’m circling down the drain Death takes too long in bed I don’t want to wait I don’t want to wait