Blood spills from my throat
Through the opening I created
With the blade that rests in my palm
I give my life to you
My Creator
Created in your image
And given the ability to replicate
This miracle of creation
Of reproduction
Of giving life
We fail to deliver the gift
The gift of death
Instead, we steal as much life as we can
From the home that you have given up
From the life that resides
Once side by side, but now off in the books
And in the fairy tales of the ancients
Created in your image
I give you my, my gift
My Faith
My life
My Sacrificial Suicide