Slit Throat Peace

(I just want to add this because I'm new to the forum and not sure how it will be received. This poem is rated M on my writing site and is classified as horror. It's dark. End PSA.)

Today I couldn't reach the light switch.
Defeated I sat back into my chair,
And swallowed the darkness whole.
Curled in the corner of my bed
I try to sew this unraveled mind back together.
Misplacing happiness and joy.
My heart wilted, into it's most fragile state.
Begging to crush and become dust
With every painful thump
In it's daily monotony.
Unable to even cry I stare,
Shoulders shaking from the pure pressure
Of everything lost and gone.
Love. Innocence. Faith.
Wholeness. Emotion. Strength.
Washed away by these red waves,
Drowning me in it's copper sputter.
Apologies stumble across the dry desert
Cracked lips, a slit throat.
Spine curling in knowing disobedience.
And I lay down, to close my eyes.
Sleep softly.
Sigh.
Peace.

I like it. I think it's very good.

Thank you Dawn, your comment is appreciated.

A very good poem, I like your good use of imagery. Post some more poems if you can.