Blackberry Jam

A short, dark poem written for a friend who was into gruesome things.

Trickling, tickling down my face
So sweet, yet salty, delectable taste
And warm, but sticky
          On the back of my hand
With the color, the hue
          Of blackberry jam

Oh, pleasant surprise, I feel no pain
Though an axe is imbedded
Quite deep in my brain

My ears fill and dribble
          The walls start to spin
As a dark crimson river
          Streams off of my chin

Gurgling, bubbling, making me choke
Gush down my windpipe, gagging my throat
Strangest sensation
          Continues to flood
Perhaps I am drowning
          In my own blood

The blackberry pool is hard to ignore
As I fall forward into it
There on the floor

Reality fades and grows fuzzy
          A warm veil crosses my eye
I take my comfort and realize
          That I am just waiting to die