Ruddy waters are clothing my body,
Carmine, cerise and cherry,
Bittersweet maroon on my skin,
It�s your breath lying on me,
Exhaling and drawing me in,
Inside you, to feel you,
Ticking, bloodshot wheeze is living on me.
Muddy waters are crushing me,
Cloudy, somber obsidian is bruising my hands,
It�s your soul drinking from my veins,
Soiled saliva traps me inescapably,
This heavy water slowly flows and bends
My cavity, my womb, my heart, my brain
Putting on your sweet unearthly chains.
Your blood on me flows irresistibly,
From the earth to your hells,
Skies tumble and cry,
Your blood on me will never die.
Bloodshot liquid,
Crystal drops dance frantically,
Dark juices never bound to dry,
Your juices are never destined to end.
My blood in me screams for revenge,
It yells, paces and rants,
Your carmine water feeds my wounds,
Living on and on inside me, it can never change
The color of my indigo heart,
But I offer you my essence in exchange,
It�s for you to take it and feast on it.
My blood shouts and rails nights on end,
You are streaming through me,
Pouring over and flooding me,
Just like this, so deathless and eternal.
As the world squints in the sun and covers its eyes,
You lead me through your doors, immutably infernal,
And I taste your blood on me.
