SACRIFICE
Inspiration: “Shugo: my Guardian Angel”
By: Kalon Akarui

The pain is endless…
The cold emptiness of my stained heart
Eats my soul…

You can take my wings,
For they are nothing to me…
I cannot fly,
For my feathers are torn
And my spirit is broken…

The blood rushes from my open wounds;
I make no attempt to stop it.
I allow the blood the rush over my tattered body.
I look into my crimson reflection as a pool of life accumulates around me…

The breaking truth slices through me stronger than your eyes
As I take in the scarlet image I stare into with wide, hazed eyes:
…I am alone…
…I am alone…

The constricting sense of death begins to set in;
I am isolated in my struggle.
The soul craves for relief from the pain—
From the torture—
From you…

I hunger for this to end.
I scream in the shadows of the confinement you have damned me to,
But no reply comforts me,
No voice answers but my own—only my own…

Take them if they shall end this!
TAKE THEM!
Take my broken soul,
Tear my heart from my chest,
Hang my broken body
And removed wings for all to see:
They are the trophies you have deserved.

The battle cannot be won without blood;
The life must flow from my broken body and bring death for me to face life again.
I realize what must be done:
I know what I must do.
The flesh must die for the spirit to thrive,
So I lye in my blood,
I let it pour from my open wounds,
And I wait for Him…
I wait for His relieving hand.

I feel my eyes fade;
My breathing shallows with every exhale.
I feel my spirit begin to break free from its cage;

My body aches—
It cries out with increasing, painful desperation:
“Fight back, you fool! Death is unacceptable!”
My soul submerges the carnal desire to continue
And I await Death’s beautiful, relieving touch…

This is my sacrifice…
This is how my spirit will seek peace:
Through the blood—
Through death.

The sacrifice will be worth it in the end,
For when the pain ends,
And when I find life as before,
You shall face me:
You shall witness my burning wrath.

The fire will make me pure,
The pain will make me strong,
The blood will make me holy,
The bitter memories will provide the drive,
The hate will provide the incentive,
The love will provide the courage.
…Revenge will be found…
And at least my spirit may rest in peace…
Rest…
At last…I will find rest…