Initial my blood into your need,

     carving my name on your skin.

     The eclipse of blood moon flows through

     vein’s uninterrupted river of thoughts -

     permanent reflection in crimson streams

     braids my liquids into your center.

Blood seeps from fragile mind,

     devouring and souring the soul,

     hair dripping like red candle wax,

     a drizzle of sanguine withered rose

     draining claret blood of nakedness.

     Mahogany rain blossoms on sheets

     as I breathe within my last breeze

     salt of the seas bitter with regret.

You are the bottomless pit, the insatiable hunger, the love that does not love, but yearns.

You grasp and howl and dig into my heart, searching always for more.

I bleed for you, but it's not enough.

I die for you, and you shake my carcass, leaving my empty shell behind.

I blow in a gentle breeze, while you frantically find another.

     Shattered glass would have been easier to fix than the way he left my heart. I gave him everything, but it was never enough. He used and abused my attention, betrayed my love, and toyed with my body. It was like I was simply a little play thing that didn't matter, and once I outlived my usefulness I was cast away with garbage. He tore me apart, and for what? A couple nights with someone in his arms? I'm broken, crippled in a way that no one could feel affection towards me again. I was disfigured because of him, twisted and cruel in order to protect my fragile soul. I would go one alone, loved by none and cared by even fewer. 

     Who knows; maybe I'll just end it right here and fix the problem. I mean it had to have been me, right? Why else would he pretend to love me, give me false hope for a future and kids? I was too clingy, obsessive or demanding. I didn't put enough effort into the relationship, and I lost them. I must have driven him away, that's the only possible excuse.

     It's not like I was used. Human beings don't act like that. We care for one another, comfort and console. Hurting each other is idiotic, useless and blatantly necessary. We're smarter than that... Are we not? 

Bleed for me and you will see, 

I am kind and full of loyalty

Now go and kill my enemies,

Then sing of their skin's consistency

Make the eyes into meatball soup,

And the intestines into a fried loop

When you are all done and fed,

I will crown you, the new King Of The Dead.

Blood splattered bright,

Beneath the cold midnight light,

Of a late October moon,

Where our love has met its doom,

I weep in profound remorse,

Where my hand has dealt its course,

Of events I had no control,

While the midnight bell did toll,

Your life soon will be ended,

From the mortal wound untended,

Your life's force flowing from your wound,

Though long since you have swooned,

I knew from our first greeting,

Now your heart has slowed its beating,

That things might go amiss,

For things to come to this,

The perfume in your hair,

Still lingers in the midnight air,

As you die here in my arms,

I still, succumb to your charms,

My hot tears, wet upon your face,

Mixed with my feelings of shame and disgrace,

You never now will know dear,

Just what it is to know fear,

This crimson blade of steel,

That somehow seems unreal,

Will mix your blood with mine,

Where the sun shall never shine,

In my heart I now impale,

I do this, without fail,

Our bloods of deepest red,

Both flowing like a watershed,

Now too, my life is over,

Beneath this field of crimson clover,

On the late October moon,

Where our love has met its doom.

I hate it all.

I don’t want it

but I am it

I’m it and more

I run from it

screaming murder

It hungers for all that

I’ve hid and fought for

to keep something pure

It comes in the death of the day

It comes for death and decay

It keeps coming

nothing keeps it at bay

I look into its eyes

It looks hungrily

all of me

all of who I am

I am not me anymore

It took me

while hunting it

while running away

while denying it

not enough to stir me

enough to kill

it took

it took

it took

It took me and left itself

it has taken

It doesn’t hide

It doesn’t need to

It took

It took

It took

I am It

It took

the sunshine is gone

It took

the joy dried up

It took

I have nothing left

It took

til there was nothing left to take

Who I was

no longer is

It is me

me no longer exists.

I am it.

It has taken

while I was a hostage

ready for the taking.

Today I saw death, I saw it standing there before me. But it wasn't there for me, It was there for what I possessed. You see the moment prior of that which I discuss, I felt a brief moment, a brief moment of.. Well, I am not aware of what such a feeling is referenced by, but can only be described as that which battles loneliness, But I know now that loneliness is not it's only enemy. The very presence that now stands before me confirms that this feeling was not meant for me. I care not of the consequence which resides in the days to come, I simply desire to feel?... to not feel, the loneliness that I have been sentenced to. 

"Hello Darling," She breathed in his ear, gleaming knife in hand, as he jerked awake once more.

"W-why are you doing this?" He sobbed, struggling against the ropes that still tied his hands behind his back.

"Oh, Sweetheart," She glided around him to stand in front of the chair. She licked her lips and purred, "Do I really need a reason?"

He gasped shakily, "Please," he begged, breath ragged, "My wife -I have a son, he's six. His name is-"

She shushed him, leaning forward to softly run her thumb across his lips, "Now, now," she leaned in closer, her face inches from his, "We've talked about this, right, Hun? I get my fun, and then you," She ran her tongue slowly along his cheek, stopping at his ear as she straddled him, "My Love, get to go home." She nipped his ear and hopped back cheerfully.

"Now, I just need you to do one little thing, okay?" She brought the knife to his bare chest, littered with bruises from previous games.

"Bleed for me."