Blood On My Wrist

A stinging pain belies the wound
Unreal to my eye
Scarlet crimson flowing smooth
Burning on the skin
A sticky syrup
Watery at best

A lying mind, well mistuned
Sees darkness, by and by
Jangled tones to sing and soothe
Vibrates deep within
A mortal hiccup
Going to my rest

A stinging pain,... slight to the wound
The truth within the lie
Void and empty, flowing smooth
Chilling from the ken
An eternal mixup
I go into the west.