Blood is repaid

Taking amendment
Addictive are your lips,
Like wine to your skin
My alcoholic bliss

An easy target,
When my world blurs,
And my throat it’s soar,
And my steps wrongly placed,

I raise my fists,
And there’ you stand,
My drunk breathe,
And you with blood around,

You scream for help,
Your voice unheard,
Your hands try to protect,
But your hands are all red,

She sits so still,
Her face so blank,
Her hands so far for you to reach,
So sorry you are now,

So ill you feel,
She struggles up,
And hatred in her eyes,
She shakes and a blade is present in her hand,

You are dead old man,
This is what she says,
Venom leaking into ever word,
A fire haunts her eyes,

She comes forwards,
And slices at you with the blade,
A cut you receive and see your world fade,
She cries and blood is repaid…