The Gift of Life

I can smell life in the air.

The smell is like the night

Emerging from an open window.



I want it.

I want to see it,

To touch it,

To hear it,

To taste it on my tongue.



This want is approaching need.

Gratification is all it knows.

It won’t stop for less I fear.



I would stand under a sky raining fire drops

Letting my skin burn with every touch

To have it.



It’s not that easy, you know.

It’s an art of coaxing and patience.

Mastering it is like dying.

I mean only good things come with a bit of sacrifice,

Right?

And what’s it to you,

sacrificing your life,

If you get life in exchange?



The cost is high

But the want won’t subside.

I don’t want it to either.



I’m ready.

Rip my eyes from inside their sockets,

Cut off my scalp,

Bite off my flesh.

Do what you will

But remember when you’re done

It’s mine.

Set it in my mangled, bloody hand.

Give me the control.



The look in your eyes tells me

You’re realizing what you did.

Don’t worry, Darling.

It’s for the better, you know.

You gave me life and

I’ll give you what you deserve.



My beauty was stripped from me,

My innocence corrupted,

My heart made useless.

But I have what I wanted in my grasp.



I can see it,

Touch it,

Hear it,

Taste it now.

I have life on my tongue.