Figure of blood...

Take my love
never let it stay
the tip of thy finger,
glistens the day...

Drip drop
falls the blood
sliding down,
into the mud...

A drop of blood
stops at my ridge,
Halting it's movement,
over the ledge...

The blood holds a story,
yet to tell me.
A change in my life,
it's sets my soul free...

Lifting the drop,
and touching my lips,
it tastes like as if poison,
my soul finally strips...

Now I see,
a distant figure,
coming to me.
I no longer shall linger...

It raps it cold arms,
around my waist...
I can't see who it is,
I can't see the face...

It takes hold,
of my cut finger tip...
It brings it close to it's mouth,
and takes a soft lick...

I feel a chill
run down my spine,
he's sucking it now...
my life starts to unwind...

It's as if...
he's taking from me...
the life that I had...
what I wanted to be...

One more lick,
for my last drop of blood...
he slowly starts disappearing...
with it into the mud...