Twentieth

Another old poem today, I’m afraid. Thanks for reading!

Sanguine

Sanguine sadism glowing in the evening's moonlight
Crystalline is the clarity with which it is known
What was once complete now lies hollow
All for the chance at dividing the cold veil
A peek was all you desired
Yet your edge stung and stung deeply
Tearing veils is a sad business
Which walks hand in hand with a sepulchral finality
There was a bitterness within you
Reaching deep into a cold core
You paid for it in full
Severing that golden cord in your agony
Did you really feel cut so fully?
A terminal action so lethally suffocating
You tied the bladed noose around your neck
By your own hand you felled yourself