Standing on the Threshold of Madness

These rivers run with blood
To create in all its resplendent glory
Is to destruct utterly
The complete chaos of this dissolute mind
Is all that I have grown to know
Day in/Day out
I wither and thrive
Sharpen the blade on grinded teeth
And focus these blurry eyes
My poor body has had quite enough
And it anticipates the faint shuddering sigh
Of its parting spirit