Bleeding Out

The poison
Lanced
No longer
Allowed to dance
In its mind trance
I've fallen so many times
A bleeding trail
Soaking in the concrete
No more
A comfortable whore
To the thoughts that
Rape me
They simply
No longer satiate me
I'm bleeding out
Ripping out the tight-fisted demon
I am in search
Of a new sermon
That allows me to breathe