Melena.

Cold blooded rage,
pulses through my veins.
A silent reaper grabs me,
A shadow of the day.

A warmth spreads through my body,
but it cannot touch my soul.
I do not know if it's real,
I hold my breath, afraid to feel.

Is this sorrow?
Is this pain?
Is this joy?
Is this gain?

Hot, sweaty, hands,
upon where I lay.
Clentching eyes,
have found their prey.

A cold sharp scream,
tries it's hardest to escape.
But, I am bound,
My chest, my lips, my legs.

I close my eyes,
and go away.
I hope to find,
my sacred place.