On crappy days

On days such as this,
I wish for the whistling breeze,
To carry the dullness away,
So that I can sway in life's light,
With peace,
Unbound delight.

When the pain is so great,
A sharp knife draws the soul,
A raging fire, rounds of bullets.
I thirst for blood,
I wanna be cool,
White as chalk.

The crow landed on my soul,
Scaring the calm I no longer know.
Bile drowns me into choking bouts,
I want it to stop not,
Until I'm finally out.

The end is the sight for my sore eyes,
I see a different light,
That leads to a different way.

I thirst for blood,
The draining of the body,
Of life's demise,
The fatigue that got me rusted.