Please make me maker make me more, make it hurt if it must. Make me holy, make me scratch make it bleed make it never coming back I hold you, with passion stored as barking, binding of tremors & pulling of levers I didn’t know I had Anymore will I be able to call to…

My mind is blank, My eyes are faint, And the words still yet to come. I wait, I wonder, My mines a blunder, And the words still yet to come. I Sit, I Sigh, I watch the day slip by, And the words still yet to come. I drink, I sleep, I wake up to…

I want to drown you in this blood That spills hotly from me now; I will baptize you in these sticky iron memories Which have surged since my inception; I will drown you in rich, scarlet blood That in your lover once ran – Dark rivers in his subterranean tunnels Locked in fleshy circumstance, As…