Final Stroke

This piece of steel lies blunt.
The place where memories were once.
I have the power to destroy..
I will , I just need the will..
a steady hand, a glass of wine
to steady my nerves. I will
conquer my last days of
destruction. Sterile is my
heart, this no longer being
a part of who I am, and as
with steady hand, I shall
remove these initials..
for the last and final
time. Love once held
my feelings so strong.
Emptiness now cowers
in each corner. I have
memories that now
devour the cells of
my brain, I will not
feel the pain, my
hand is sterile.
My nerve is strong.
This is where I
now belong. Red
is the sticky
fluid, bandages
at the ready.
One fell swoop
and I will be
whole again.