The words do scare,
Leaving wounds in delicate skin,
The blood dripping down,
Right into my mouth,
Sweet and beautiful,
The crimson delight,
The painted lies,
Running through my mind,
Delicate threads,
In the fabric so wide,
Splattered gently scarlet,
Spread across the floors,
The many layered pyramids,
Shattered from your eye,
I am the vampire of hate,
Pain is my only joy,
Your wounds feed me,
So slit on,
I'll suck you dry,
In the moment,
On which you slice your wrists.
