Fool

Dribbling like honey from a spoon,
Your blood is the sugar,
Patterns on the bathroom floor,
Scarlet stains enamel white,
And you keel over disgraced,
The table cloth forever reminded,
And the scars on your arms,
Tattoos of shame,
Bloodied artworks, and crying snakes,
To remind you,
Of the fool you are,
Slitting your emotions with that blade,
I hope you die,
If only to teach you a lesson,
That pain you crave is foolish,
And you deserve it,
If you love it so much, why do you hide it?
Sitting alone, door locked,
And tears encrusted,
You turn to precious blade,
Then roll down sleeves, your secrecy is pitiful,
Deplorable, pathetic,
Your weak and crumbling,
Break like biscuit in a blender,
And melt like chocolate into coffee,
Fiendish addiction, your shiny friend,
But in the end,
The only fool is you.