Pain

The bite does bleed,

The wound does scar,

I shake my fist-

at the crimson sky.

Sliding down my tearstained thigh,

the drop of blood seduces the wild--

calling the hunters of my

weary, weary mind.

The lion does roar,

The Devil does run,

The vultures soar,

Oh sweet decay has begun.

End it all -- my lover won,

Let the pain come

like a knife in water

soon to turn it red.

Blood -

- Blood

-red.

Succumb to fate,

how easy, how deliciously

--liberating like no other pleasure.

A final gasp

--I am released.

retreat...

Vultures descend