Beams of fire sweep through my head
 [bad word] of pain increasingly engaged
Sensory receptors succumb
I'm no one now, only agony

My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
 [bad word] fluid of life unleashed

Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
myriad pains begotten in their wake
The [bad word] spawn of a mutinous self

The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
Salivating red at the prospect of [bad word]  my doom

Malfunction the means for its ascent
Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul
So futile, any resisting tension
As death-induced mechanics propel its growth

The implement, the device of my extinction
The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
The definitive scourge of its mockery
The end-art [bad word]  lethality attained

Heed, [bad word]  heed my will
Bleed, it says, bleed you will

Falling into the clarity of undoing
Scornful gods haggle for my soul
Minds eye flickers and vellicates as I let go
Taunting whispers [bad word] my deletion

sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
Chanting softly the song of depletion