Dr. Shrinker - Tighten the Tourniquet

Blood unloads from my vein
Spurts of purple; deepened red
Scarlet dyed cloth can't seal the stream
It won't help around the neck

Apply the strap
Compress the opening
Twist the stick
Excessive spewing

Profuse bleeding
Loss of all feeling (relief)
Liquidation vestibules
Strangulating bronchial (tubes)

Eyes swimming, in lacrimal
I fountain away, at each breath
Rivulets bubble in my mouth
A spouting arc of beady flecks

Face screwed up in agony
Pigments sifted from the structure
Sheer fatigue; grasp at death
Exiscated, dimunated, discolored

The crimson tide splashes
It sways, twirls and loops
Out of the artery and into the air
It gyres though like a bolt

Lying defleshed swastika
Face down, act of pronation
A accrual, coat of grime
An abolion, eradiction, extration, distallation

In a dream it is my will
My suicidal search
Immense tear, where the throat should be
The crevice continues to spurt
My wish is die; or is it to live?
The epiglottis drowns in blood
I wake up knowing the answer to all
It's from her neck! I'll watch the flood