A river runs red
From my knuckles into the sink.
As I stand there,
Hands dripping.
Washing the evidence of loving you,
Scrubbing the remembrance of the flesh.
Draining into pipes are memories of bodies together,
And mouths full of lies.

Drinking blood in wine glasses
Eating the flesh like they're eating peaches
Demons do whatever they pleases
Cut the skin
Dig deep in the veins
Shred the flesh
All they need is blood
All they need is red
All they need is screams
All they need is pain
Cut the throat
Tearing people to pieces  ******* the blood out of the chunks
The massacre bleeds red
The screams do grow
Then silent night does come
Isn't that what all people strive for?
Isn't that what all demons strive for?
Isn't that what all power hungry people strive for? They the demons
They ****, they ******, they massacre
They shed blood of innocent
The demons are livin inside us
We make sins
It's us The humans
It's us The demons

Unravel me.
Plunge your fingers into the depths
of my anatomy-
wade into my rufescent flesh,
strum my fibers,
find me in the fissures
of my ivory bones---
then come back to the surface,
cling to the brims of my clavicles,
and tell me how
beautiful I am.

Stood by the window
in the heart of the glare,
her feet bare
on the cold floor,
with a much colder stare,
there she is.

never out of words
on days it's his breath
taken away,
what else is to expect
from someone right out of
a Shakespearean play,
there she is.

Dressed in blood red
one day she'll wed,
he hangs by a thread,
the clocks may run out
he'll never be done,
every thousandth look
is the same as the first one,
there she is.