Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Only Blood

I want to put a knife through their chest,
Writhing cutting all the way in.
'Have you no heart ?', they cry

The knife cuts through shallow skin,
The knife runs through thick flesh,
The knife is purgation from this bad blood.

Their screams , their blood streaks , my smiles , my calm.
I go deeper to rip  their heart out,
But there is none- their heart is long gone-much before mine.

They have no heart to offer me,
So hearts I will not seek.
Only blood, only blood, only blood. 

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