Status Updates From Cruelty & Killing Floor

my used copy had a poem on a note written by somebody inside it, so we're off on a good start already

"I start pulling my guts out,
those red silk cords,
spiraling skyward,
and I'm climbing them
past the moon and the sun,
past darkness
into white.
I mean to live"

or the truth:
that I saw in myself
the five signs of the decay of the angel

A river of sighs poured from the cut

The Suicide - like the tone and how the word choice informs

The Color Thief - like the construction/language of the poem