Scrumptious

Your flesh touched mine
And the pain threw me aside
As the red sore broke into more blood

The foods at the table
I’m careful with my knife
You just let it fly between us

My mouth watered when the feast of my life
Was laid there before me
Its red elixir fleeing its home

I am enchanted, I must be
That the bad things in life
Can take on such delightful possibilities

For you’re gorgeous
But you’re bad for me
You never cared but for the power

You seem to be feeding on me
Tell me do I taste good
Is the blood sour with anguish?
Is my life juicy enough?

Why couldn’t I rest once again?
To live in a life of a fast
When you would be out of the window
And the bruises would be in the past