• blood
    the tears and dirt
    swim beneath my nails
    proof of my insanity
    remind me of her screams
    Oh what processions I keep of her
    her fragrance, sweat and ashes
    I scathed her pride

    She had the sun on her skin
    bees buzzed behind
    the moon gloats over his creation
    but I took ever coin in her dress
    dug my knife down deep
    I sought the kill
    through the thrill
    I am here

    Yellow moon polished the ground
    her body shivered,
    last moments
    I no longer had my rabid tooth
    I've got her soul
    although,
    no bees follow me
    no sunshine bathes me
    the eye i have opened
    haunts me in my sheets
    shakes my bed
    and stabs my soul
    Her spirit lingers
    within these walls
    as I hang my noose
    I dread that summer's day